Peace, Promise, and Hope

All of the feels those words spark in my heart are present; in fact I have been heard saying that peace and promise are washing over me for the past week or so.

Every single one of us has likely experienced that fleeting moment when we feel absolute contentment, and then wonder where that moment went 30 seconds later. It is the feeling I strive for in life, and always feel when I trot across a finish line.

I've been an avid Beetles fan growing up. I'm not the type of fan that knows every detail of every song, the details of every band member, or that sequencing of their albums, but I'm the type of fan that can sing along to almost every Beetles song that comes on the radio. A couple of weeks ago I was listening to Jon Bon Jovi sing one of my all time favorite songs, Here Comes the Sun, and my first thought was no one should cover this song (Sorry Jon, your rendition just didn't do it for me), and then I started singing along and the lyrics hit me again:

It's been a long cold lonely winter...

I feel the ice is slowly melting...

I realized that those words are direct reflections of my athleticism. I've been in a LONG cold lonely athletic pause in my life, and I am the only one who can take responsibility for that, but I can do something about it. I've started to chip away at the ice blocks that grew around me.

A beautiful woman recently shot to the spotlight for her powerful, inciteful, and wise poetry that was shared across the world. I do NOT want to diminish the the power of her entire message, because the whole of her The Hill We Climb is much larger than one individual passage on its' own, however the beauty of her work is that almost every phrase in her work can stand alone.

So, I'm just going to do it... Take the power of some of the phrases, and let them move my personal journey, while I let the whole of her work move my social journey.

"We will rebuild, reconcile and recover"

I've acknowledged that I have taken many steps backwards. I've said it out loud. I've declared it here. I've also said I was going to do something about it. And I am. I'm rebuilding. I still have some personal reconciling to do, which will be part of the recovery, but it is happening.

"When day comes we step out of the shade,

aflame and unafraid

The new dawn blooms as we free it

For there is always light,

if only we're brave enough to see it

If only we're brave enough to be it"

Come back tomorrow and I'll tell you about some tools I'm using to power my new journey.

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