The concept of hope has changed for me over the last five years. It used to stem from yearning, and I’d lean into it, begging the universe–separate from me–to offer up my desire.

Knowing that I have no control whatsoever has softened my experience of what life offers up. This knowing is not a belief; it comes from noticing what is true. What I notice now is this active curiosity, wondering what will unfold.

We get what we get, and I continue to wake up each morning in wonderment–awe, even–about what that will show up as in this moment, and this, and this.

© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2013
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