There is no such thing as hope in nature.  No hope, no belief, no faith.  The grass doesn’t gossip amongst itself wondering if that lazy sun will rise again today.  The chirping birds aren’t arguing about if this was the longest winter we’ve had.  The gravel and rocks don’t get worried if the next season will really come like is supposed to.  There are no risks, no gloom, no worries.

It just is.  Nature is purest being.

However, I am a human merely being “gifted” with this “advanced” organ called a thinking comparative mind.  It cannot stop reminding me of yesterday, something out of place, plans askew, and, of course, the horrific illusions of the possible futures.  It is a story-making machine.

So today I release this fabulous organ to its stories, but allow my heart and soul to be natural–to have no hope, no fears, no worries, no future, no past.  Today I indulge in the warmth of Her rising, surrounded in coral and lavender.  I embody the brilliance of Dawn.