When hope arrives, it brings the possibility of failure. Of loss. But without hope we have no horizon, no place for sunrises or the start of new days.
My life has been opening to hope these last six months, and more light than ever streams through my days. Yet still I find myself waiting, watching for the next thing that can go wrong.
Is hope ever wrong? What does false hope actually mean? What is authentic hope? Can authentic hope make me feel truly alive, despite the outcome? Can I have authentic hope and surrender to whatever outcome arises?
I don’t have the answers yet. This will be my experiment in the laboratory of life this week.
I offer thanks for the life within me today. Today, may I be a scientist of my own heart – exploring its many dimensions and reporting my findings to other scientists of the heart.