Yes, dear Manuel. Joy and hope, hand by hand, are in the air. Unfortunately, it is not over until the fat lady sings. I will not count my chickens until the eggs hatch. There is a strong undertone of evil in this world and it is not easy to stay afloat. But at least I am seeing flares. A safety line may be in the works. I am trying, very hard, not to loose that glimmer of hope. I am still here, just not as often. Trying to protect my sanity. Be well!
Agree. Never give up hope.
Thanks for your comment and support, Scott.
Joy is resistance
to what “should be otherwise.”
Hope, faith fill the tank.
Yes, dear Manuel. Joy and hope, hand by hand, are in the air. Unfortunately, it is not over until the fat lady sings. I will not count my chickens until the eggs hatch. There is a strong undertone of evil in this world and it is not easy to stay afloat. But at least I am seeing flares. A safety line may be in the works. I am trying, very hard, not to loose that glimmer of hope. I am still here, just not as often. Trying to protect my sanity. Be well!
Hope is always in the future. There are good signs that the tide is turning. Stay well, Verónica.
You beautify my posts, Marisol.
Thank you, Darby. It is a good thing to be joyfully woke and resisting.