Today's butterfly is dedicated to my favorite poet, teacher, and all-around phenomenal woman:
Dr. May Angelou. Here's her poem that changed my life:
I have been off of antidepressants for 2 months now. It hasn’t been easy. I am noticing more and more how important hope is for me, like a magic fuel that keeps me going. I am studying hope like a subject in school: noticing what it takes to keep my reservoirs of hope full. If they get too low, it’s almost impossible to do those things that cultivate more hope within me.
So, what IS hope anyway?
I think of it as a deep knowing that everything will be ok, especially when there’s lots of evidence to the contrary.
Here’s the dictionary definition of hope :
1. To wish for something with expectation of its fulfillment.
2. Archaic To have confidence; trust.
v.tr.
1. To look forward to with confidence or expectation: We hope that our children will be successful.
2. To expect and desire. See Synonyms at expect.
n.
1. A wish or desire accompanied by confident expectation of its fulfillment.
2. Something that is hoped for or desired: Success is our hope.
3. One that is a source of or reason for hope: the team's only hope for victory.
4. often Hope Christianity The theological virtue defined as the desire and search for a future good, difficult but not impossible to attain with God's help.
5. Archaic Trust; confidence.
For today’s butterfly, it’s more about the background than the butterfly. I wrote in the flowers different activities that help me to fill up on hope. It’s a fridge poster to remind me of things I can do when my hope gets low.
How about you? What fills your hope tanks?
I don’t know why, but I have been so exhausted lately! I mean like fall-asleep-at-the-wheel sleepy! A friend of mine used to make these herbal spring tonics to energize and sip away the winter blues. I found one online I’m gonna try, since I already have a lot of the herbs here to make it. Gee, I hope it works or I may have to start drinking coffee again!
Today’s butterfly, or should I say “butterbear,” is quirky and misshapen, like the one who made him. He’s made from a blanket and an old pair of pj’s. It seemed to fit, since I’ve been so sleepy lately.