Day Three - Hope

This morning, even though thunderstorms were raging, a glimmer of hope broke like a lightning crack through the despair I was feeling on Day One and Day Two. It's amazing what a couple of night's rest will do for you. It was fitful sleeps, but sleeps nonetheless.

I wrote on Day One about allowing all the feels to have their space. And, I’m doing that. As I reflected on all the sounds that I was worried about hearing in a natural way after the implant is put in, I became inspired to begin a list of sounds that I want to hear with my inborn ears. And, I want to hear them before taking the plunge for the surgery.

And then, I began to visualize a plan for a project to visit the places that have these sounds.

Now, we have the hope that I was daring to become manifest in my spirit.

There was a tumultuous hiccup in the realm of mundanity that cut me down to size yesterday. Already exhausted and symptomatic with fatigue and vertigo, I momentarily flailed, drowning, in the ocean of darkness so the hope was obscured and delayed a little.

But, it’s back.

Funny how hope works like that.

It reminds me that it’s always lingering about…

You just have to hang out in the abyss for a time until it materializes like magic.

”Hope is important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh

©️Angela Cross