Unveiling Hope

A candid look behind the veil

When I was a young girl, about 7 years of age, I was a princess. Eventually, we moved away. I still had the dress – but I wasn’t a Princess anymore – and that is how I felt for decades to come and go. I was no one’s little princess. Sometimes life gets away from …

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You entered my life in a quiet way like rippling waters approaching from afar touching so lightly that I could barely feel it a hand – inviting me to share life I wasn’t there.   But you were. you were always present, aware a witness to the violence and abuse, for the lies and the drama, the rejection and abandonment. I …

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The once tiny digits that caressed and kneaded my muscles now seemed like little boney, coat hanger-like fingers digging their way into every nerve ending of my body. She likely would have welcomed a slight change in pressure, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I sucked it up.

Have you ever wondered why, after forgiving someone, the thought of them, the sound of their voice, the mere mention of their name can set off a chain reaction of negative emotion and stinking thinking ad nauseum? Sometimes, it can get to the point of having conversations in your head … you know the kind …

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Not all planes have autopilot installed and not all pilots use autopilot. As a matter of fact, there are some pilots who feel that using autopilot is detrimental to one’s “hands on” skills, and so they gladly log in all those hours faithful to their craft in the manner in which they were taught. They …

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Recently, a friend and I were having a heartfelt talk when suddenly she said, “Let your love out, Hope.”  Hmm, I thought to myself, what have I been doing up to now? What does it say about you, or your capacity to love when your friends think you’re holding back during a heart-to-heart discussion no less? …

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Have you ever heard someone say, “You won’t believe this until you see it for yourself!”? I’ve been incredulous countless of times having been expected to believe without proof of having first seen. I’ve always been a sceptic and a cynic. With this in mind, I know that only the hand of God could have …

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Getting older isn’t just about a cumulative store of wisdom that you can draw on. Wisdom means nothing until you make the choice to employ it. There’s a preferred expression I use: “take my advice, I’m not using it.” Recently I’ve been feeling like a hypocrite; the words I speak to others seem to resonate deep within …

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