Finding Faith in Hope

If I can't see it, I will seek it, then I will share it.

Hope, sometimes that word feels void of itself, well only when it evades me, that's when I'm almost annoyed by the concept - one that feels out of this world.

Less than hopeful, hopelessness feels like the end.

Hope is close to being as crucial as breath, except it is not.

One can live without hope, but why?

When hope escapes me, I hunt for it.

A glimmer, a glimpse, a gander. I must see it.

I need to at least see hope if I can't find a way to feel it.

Seeing can be a step. Knowing can too.

Knowing hope is possible - well that's where I'm at today.

Better to have the sweet memory of hope linger as a reminder than to give up on it.

I watch for it, knowing it can be like the sun. There above the grey overcast.

How to part the clouds I ponder in the absence of hope for light?

Hope can be a forgotten superpower,

I know this and

I know the dark pain

Of being a blossoming

human on this wild earth

And I let myself exist on the

Horizon

Of

Possibility

Evolving

Even though…

It wrestles with reason

And the lessness of it?

It jests with joy

HOPE

I can't say it. Or I may lose it completely.

And I can trace its edges with my knowing that I can choose to hope even when I don’t find it so easily lingering on the cusp of what I feel the moment I write these words.

Looking for hope. Now there’s an idea.

Hunted and haunted by hopelessness in a world seeking proof for existence.

Choosing hope feels radical.

Forget the system that reshapes the letters and spells fear.

That strains the view and repaints the scene

I see a truth of where it is clear, and it can be seen.

Hope is the elixir we need.

I can see it. How hope is a balm for my heart.

Somehow by the time I finish with these words hope is sitting in the rocking chair by the window. Waiting to share poems and pots tea. Reminding me its always there.

Wildfire season has been a term for many years now. As a nature lover and naturalist with a keen nose for fresh air and an eye for wonders in the sky, I don’t like it. The hurt from facing the cause and effect of human actions on our home planet can bog down chances for hope inside our hearts. Especially for us that are paying attention. It is our hope that can lead us forward. This is why I post this poetic wandering on hope as a place to ponder this tool of upliftment. Keep hope alive!

Please be fire smart in this heat and provide support as you can to support policies and organizations that protect our forests and give us hope.

XON

Nichola Napora < - > Mystic Peaks Studio

Protect our waters and our water loving friends and creatures by supporting sustainable stewardship and being the change through conscious caretaking of this amazing planet.

*All writting, audio, art, and photos created by Nichola tracking her path of liberation.