Hope

So many of us are struggling in the muck and mire right now.

Sometimes when we are in it for so long, it can be easy to feel stuck, stop reaching, and sink our faces into the mud.

What if you allowed your weary body permission to stay still a little longer—but made a small request to your eyes to search the room for just one tiny glimmer?

And when you find that tiny glimmer, what if you made a gentle plea to your heart to come along, too?

What is possible?