I may be wrong, time might prove me an unreliable prophet, but I feel a change coming. I feel something shifting in the universe, and I feel a weight lifting. I think light is coming back, I think there is a freedom whispering on the horizon, and it’s getting louder by the day. I know this is painfully vague, I know this is the worst Nostradamus impersonation I could possibly do, but I feel it, and it’s colored in the orange huge of hope. I think we’ve endured a lot over the last years, the last months that have
It's as if we've all been gritting our teeth, breathing in shallowly, and then a release...it is hope, it is relief, it is the wisdom gained from surviving this so far.
I feel it too. Our world, folded onto itself, seems to be swelling. Pushing open, freeing a modicum of hope for something. Different. Better. Lighter. And if swathed in a hue of orange? Then it must be real. Thank you Tyler, for speaking your words aloud. We feel the light, we feel your light, we feel the light because of your words.
A friend who is a survivor of childhood cancer once told me that his surgeon said, "Hope is finding the door to the unknown ajar, with light streaming through the crack." I have hope for better things to come, hopefully in the coming months, in the new year. I'd like to be able to look at 2020 in the rear view and reflect on what I've been through, what I've learned, and look ahead at who I'm meant to be. Hopeful.
You’re not alone in this feeling 💕
super cheesy but i can't help myself. this is a bit how things felt in 1989-1990 for a totally different set of reasons. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4RjJKxsamQ
I feel it too. Thankful for this community and those around me that I love that are along for the ride, no matter what happens.
It's as if we've all been gritting our teeth, breathing in shallowly, and then a release...it is hope, it is relief, it is the wisdom gained from surviving this so far.
May the hope in your heart hold truth for our future.
I feel it too. Our world, folded onto itself, seems to be swelling. Pushing open, freeing a modicum of hope for something. Different. Better. Lighter. And if swathed in a hue of orange? Then it must be real. Thank you Tyler, for speaking your words aloud. We feel the light, we feel your light, we feel the light because of your words.
A friend who is a survivor of childhood cancer once told me that his surgeon said, "Hope is finding the door to the unknown ajar, with light streaming through the crack." I have hope for better things to come, hopefully in the coming months, in the new year. I'd like to be able to look at 2020 in the rear view and reflect on what I've been through, what I've learned, and look ahead at who I'm meant to be. Hopeful.
It is definitely in the air. Also, this Angie McMahon song - Damn! Amazing.