"Misery gnaws to the bone.
Why then do we not despair?"

             ~  Anna Akhmatova

Because hope lives in us, perched in our souls, singing, as Emily Dickinson describes.

But, sometimes we do despair. Maybe for an hour, a day, or a week. Maybe longer.

But darkness is not forever. Every dark night ends with a dawning.

Whatever your state today, please trust that hope is in your heart, singing. If you don't hear it or feel its vibration, trust with a seed of faith, however tiny it may be.

Then tune in. Listen. Feel.
It might start as a whisper-soft humming.

When you notice it, hum along, as best you can. 
A choir, a whole orchestra stands ready to support your song of hope.

In the meantime, be as kind as you can be. 

With love,

Charlene