The unrelenting upheaval around us has finally got to me. I am aching for something, anything, that is beautiful and hopeful. And I’m guessing I’m not the only one feeling this way.
Two images stay with me…
Two images have been with me since 1994 on my first trip outside North America. I landed in England, made my way south to the city of Exeter, and took a walk to orient myself.
Before long, I was stopped in my tracks by the sight of a plant growing where none should be able to, in a very small crack between the pavement and adjoining stone wall. And not only growing—it was flourishing—a 2-foot-high ball of beautiful pink flowers. It seemed almost magical. It makes me feel hopeful.
Further along the street, I saw this walkway.
It intrigued me because the angle at the end creates a sense of mystery. What is there? Unknown. Can’t know until you get there. And yet, it feels friendly, not ominous. It gives me a sense of possibility and hope.