Hope is coming out of your bedroom on Christmas morning to see a pile of presents under the tree. Hope is walking around the corner of the barn to see if the horses are close. Hope is that feeling you get deep down inside when you meet someone and can’t stop thinking about them. Hope is a raging blizzard that whips up about 3AM on a school day and lasts past 5:30AM.
Hope is wheat sprouting in the field and seeing green stretching down all the rows. Hope is a sunny morning that comes after a dark night. Hope is a herd of first calf heifers waiting to be preg checked. Hope is sending off a new novel manuscript to your publisher. Hope is sewn in each seed planted in the garden. The world needs more hope.
The world needs more blue hair and less static. The world needs more snow days and less meetings. The world needs more passion and less rigid boxes. The world needs more consideration and less closed doors. The world needs more poetry and less form.
The world needs more horses and less pavement. The world needs more time to be in awe of sunset, full moons, meteor showers and less rush to get things done. The world needs more “Of course I have time to come in and chat a bit” and less “I have to get going.” The world needs more think before you speak and less ‘open mount, insert foot.’
The world needs more get outside and less couch time. The world needs more find where you thrive and less hide in your dark hole. The world needs more guardian angels and less evil-doers. The needs more “You’ve got to make your own kind of music,” more, “Don’t go breakin’ my heart,” and a giant dose of “Good morning star shine!”