Hope matters

It's hard to maintain hope in the face of COVID, natural disasters, economic injury, and the long-term grinding pressure we felt before these happened.

If you have "traumaversaries" in your life, the additional upset of how your body and brain remember them can add weight to the risk of despair.

My hope waxes and wanes like the moon, and I know it does that.  I'm learning to love the cycles and hold them dear, using when it waxes to help when it wanes. I have a few cherished friends who hold my hope for me when I can't hold it for myself. They give me respite to help me reduce the risk of getting overloaded and "going feral" as I say.

Hope is available to all of us, right now, outside of (and in) the context of spirituality or religion.  It's one of the places where you can have it your way, like at Burger King(r).

If you believe the sun will rise and set, the moon as well, that rain will come (someday), that the choices you make do pay off even if it takes longer than you thought, if you believe that sturdy relationships are recoverable after errors are made? You have hope. Belief and hope are intertwined.

I'm doing more on hope, including a free masterclass in early September.

I'll help you explore what it is, how you create it, and ways you can help yourself and others sustain it.