Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.
The important thing is not to stop questioning.
Hope. One of my favorite words, along with love, integrity, family, peace, and laughter. And chocolate, can't forget chocolate. But hope? It's played the starring role throughout my life. Even when love couldn't be found in the rubble. Even when integrity was just a silly little word that only I knew. When laughter couldn't save family or bring a shred of peace, hope hung around. Even when I thought it was gone, I hoped I was wrong. And I was wrong. Hope remains alive and well and thriving in my scarred up soul. It's made an explosive return, clobbering me with a 2x4 to get my attention and then singing "told you so" at the top of its optimistic lungs. Can you hear it? I can. Loud and clear. And so I did what I do when words are absent or just not enough; I created a piece of art: The Book of Hope. This particular piece is for a special person and for a very special place. Can you guess?