The long walk took me into wildness. I meandered through the dark woods, lost my footing on slippery rocks, and tripped over sharp branches. I dragged my bruises and broken bones as far as I could. At the point when I thought I had no strength left, the sun found its way to me, sifting through the trees. Just enough light to lead me back home.
The amount of times I have walked through those woods in the last few years astounds me. I’ve never liked the darkness. I am a lover of the light. But what is this unholy battle I fight? I am sure there is peace ahead. It has to be there.
I live in a constant state of hope. Hope is the first breath I take every morning. Hope is the first step I take out of my door. Hope is the sweet words my children speak. Hope is the warm coat I wear in the late afternoon. Hope clings its fingernails into the long evening. It holds on. It never lets me go.
Have you seen this Mumford and Sons video?
It’s exquisite. It’s the closest it comes to evoking the hope I have in those dark woods. I watch it again and again to remind me of the power of the light.