Day Seven: Hope

February 26, 2002

I think back at some of the hopes I've had over the years. For the world, for my children, for myself. In the dark hours of the night, so many of those faded hopes are visibly broken and battered. So many are empty in that glaring reality of the wee smas.

But that changes, too. There are mornings when I rise and I think that the hopes are stronger than ever. When it seems that the clearer reality is actually while the sun is rising and the world is filled with possibility.

My hopes right now are simple. Good health for my loved ones and myself, a brighter future for the generations to come, and a deep inner peace for everyone.