Hope and fear are two sides of the same coin. Hope is a prayer that fear runs underneath, like the rumble of jagged stones beneath chaffs of wheat reaching towards the sky above.
Hope is a dream, an endpoint, a goal…the sunny scent of candles filling your nose.
Fear is the shadow lurking, taunting you with the promise that life will never measure up.
Hope is when you try again, and again.
Telling fear to buzz off, for you don’t care if you fail, you’ve at least got to try.
Hope is the many-fingered rosy dawn that led Odysseus home.
He feared losing wife and home, but still he spurred on and on, fighting demons of all kinds
Until his hope of returning to his wife, Penelope, was finally realized
And triumphantly he came home.
I am hopeful…
…I hope that you’ll wander over and read a short story I wrote! It’s called: My Brother, Soweto. And then head over to Beth’s site, I Should Be Folding Laundry and participate in this week’s You Capture challenge!
P.S. I can’t wait until it stays light later in the day so I can get dinner food photos under natural light. Sorry for the poor quality pics! Well, the recipes and cookbooks are fine, but my own attempts at these dishes need a little help…