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Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Dreaming

There are times, like now, when the room is dark and the music is soft and the candles are lit and my mind is roaming the dimensions of my life when I start to feel that my single greatest possession is hope. In those moments, I wish for the ability to turn that hope into something material, like knitting a warm wool hat, something I can give to the people I love to replace their old hats knit from heartache or shame or loneliness. Perhaps we can even start knitting classes for our hope hats. Then we can knit hats for everyone we know and warm each other with the simple threads of simple hope.

Posted by Aaron on September 12, 2006 11:03 PM

Comments:

Yay.

Welcome back.

It's easy to get skittish about hope -- after the shame and the disappointments and the loneliness, hope can seem like a liability -- it will hurt if you let it get the better of your expectations.

The hope and the hurt mean you're living, engaged, and open. Bad things to lose. Nice reminder that hope is a valuable possession in itself.

Matty
September 12, 2006 11:31 PM

I like it. I was just thinking about the word hope the other day. It is a complicated word to me. I'm not sure why, but I'm sure glad I have it. I miss you friend!

skoutz
September 20, 2006 7:43 PM

Can you knit me a hope jockstrap? *grin*

The Rog
September 21, 2006 2:22 PM