March Winds & Hope

 

March has come in like a lion, but an impetuous lion: sideways rain and roaring like a gas-powered leaf blower, then fifteen minutes later all sweet and purring, ready to make nice with a sunny disposition. Next he is turning a cold shoulder with a shake of his mane, only to bear down with another monsoon as quick as you can say Jack Robinson. After that, we receive some atonement with a rainbow (double if we’re lucky) and some sun, only to have him lather, rinse, repeat. And that has been today, Wednesday March 2, in Seattle! 

Now, my point, you ask?  My point is "hope."  We hope that the old axiom is true, and we hope that if March starts off all tempestuous and all wind-tunnel-like, it will leave us as we enter into April, much like a calm, good-natured little lamb, whose fleece is "white as snow." (Oh, dear! Don’t say snow!) 

But the key here is hope: hope in all its guises. Hope personifies the human spirit. We hope the weather will be good for Kate & William's wedding; we hope the kids are good for the baby-sitter; we hope we win the lottery. And there are so many things we hope will come true, after we've made every possible preparation and things are out of our hands. 

                      
   

Our luminous glassybaby "hope" has a beautiful message:

"I live in hospitals and crowded school rooms. I'm there when planes and teenagers are late coming home. I am the future and people give me to those they care about.Some of those people refer to me as the light at the end of the tunnel.I am hope. I am  glassybaby."

Tonight, I am going to light a candle of hope.

We all hope for something. Or else what would we do when we blow our birthday candles out? (I hope we all are lucky enough to have many good birthday wishes come true.)

Here’s hoping you have a good March, whether it’s ferocious Leo or Mary’s little friend.

Until next time, with love and hope,

Alice