Rising Hope

The Power of Rising Hope

“Your struggle with your varied self, or selves, yields your art… .” – Joyce Carol Oates, The Faith of a Writer.                     

Morning begins with chirping cicadas, the hum of distant cars winding their way to work, and the smell of rich coffee. For a few single breaths, it’s a narrow and wonderful place where I find myself. The harmony of simple things and places is gold to me. Then, an unexpected rap on our door, again and again. Kerplunk! Rising hope vanishes like a stone thrown into the river–frustration and irritation tornado in. Suddenly, my castle of contentment crumbles.

Write this story? Why not? Who knows what unloved parts of me need attention. I’ve learned writing about deep feelings my own humanity becomes known to me and rising hope follows.