Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops... at all. ~Emily Dickinson
All of sudden I feel hopeful. I don't know where it comes from, why it comes or why it leaves, but I am going to cherish it tonight.
Maybe it is because I sat down and drew a picture. I have had such an artist block, just getting to the drawing table has been difficult. I say I will do it and then get distracted. This week I just did. I may do it again tomorrow.
Maybe it because someone looked at the house. The housing market is practically dead here so the showing was a surprise. And the family is interested. And if it sells I have a wonderful home to buy since the owners, my friends, insist that they want me to have it.
Maybe it is because I am finally thinking positively about getting my hip fixed, believing that by spring I will be free of the pain and immobility. I think that up til now I couldn't see the possibilities.
Maybe it is because I am getting a little of my old life back--being task oriented, and taking care of chores, taking care of business and helping others.
Maybe it is simply because God loves me and He wants His children to live in hope.
The drawing is a study for a painting I plan to do. It is titled Kayla on Sun, a picture of my grand daughter. I am pleased with it even though I am not an expert on horses and tack (even though a son and grandchildren are cowboys/girls :o). I just drew what I saw in the photograph, I am hopeful that I will be able to do the same for the painting.