Hope is frail but hard to kill.

“Hope is frail but hard to kill.”  

I heard this sentence for the first time about a month ago while I was attending a writing group one Saturday afternoon on Zoom. It was my turn to listen as my friend, a talented poet, read those words from a poem that he dreamed up in the last 15 minutes. Every sentence masterfully written and every line oozing with depth and space for imagination. Yet I remember only hearing that one line. I quickly wrote it down so that I wouldn’t forget it, not knowing that one sentence would be ringing in my heart, body, and soul for seven days straight nonstop; even now as I write to you. 

To be honest, I wasn’t ready to write to you for weeks after this moment, not until today, in fact. This morning I knew I was meant to put these words to paper. I found a few reasons. Here’s one: my friends Taylor and Nick. Nick and Taylor got engaged on October 9th, 2020. They mentioned that they had many thoughts about how they wouldn’t be able to get married soon because of the pandemic. They got married on Thursday December 31, 2020 and they invited 10 guests, all close family members. I talked to them both on their wedding day and I noticed something. There was hope again. Like a bell going off for dinner time, I heard that sentence again pounding in my body, but this time there was also something different than most of my other experiences over the past year with people and hope. Hope was not frail. Not that day. Not for them. Hope was in abundance and I could feel it inside my body like it was my own.

What I realized that day and what I also remember today is that they CREATED it. They created that hope and it has blessed so many people beyond themselves. I know I needed that reminder and I believe we all do. 

2020 was a year of fear and scarcity. Let us make 2021 about hope. Let’s create it together. Let’s ensure it’s impossible to kill.

To me, high hopes looks like a world FULL of strong and inspired women. Will you join me?

xo,

Diana