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Hope

–About Life, Love And Living

I often wonder why it is when I see the sunrise that I am filled with hope.  We don’t seem to talk about hope much anymore.  It feels less than faith but more than just okay.  When Daddy would take that moment on the front porch to watch the sunrise he would always say let’s hope for a good day. I would think that I hoped the workday would go by fast.  It feels like hope can mean many things.  When things went south, he would say let’s hope for the best or let’s be hopeful.

Hope seems to be wellbeing with a desire for certain things to happen.  Later in life hope became almost spiritual for me.  When my Mom was sick, I would always hope each time that I went to see her that she would be better.  As she got sicker my expectations changed, and I hoped she was not in pain.  When she passed, I hoped that she went to a better place.  Today I would hope that the world calms down and kindness would be more valuable than hatred and violence, that we would go back to caring and being a good neighbor.

But for this moment as the sun rises above the horizon; perhaps, I will embrace this moment and just be thankful.

Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

8 COMMENTS

  1. We cannot lose the unique thing that keeps us alive: hope.
    Despair, the absence of hope, is the inability to see ahead to a future that is worth to meet. Hope means just believe in a future of joy promised, is like receiving an advance of that joy and wanting to continue to get its fullness. It should be possible to leverage its own resources, and to find other ways to tell his own story to oneself, enlarging it, finding explanations and alternative viewpoints. If I change my story, I will change myself and also my vision of the future, and I can make room for hope.
    I understand it’s not always easy to do it … but one can try!!

  2. I love this, Larry. Hope is one of my words that I carry with me always. Your short reflection is touching, and it hits close to home, especially the part about your mom. When my mom was sick, I would hope for better days for her also. Then, when she passed away unexpectedly, I hoped that she was in a better place and that my grief would eventually lessen.

    I believe that some of our chosen words take on new meaning during the different phases of our lives. A couple of years ago, I decided to choose a word for the year. My first one was “faith.” I had seen a sign at the post office that said: “Take what you need.” Below it, there was several words. I immediately tore off “faith.” I still have that tiny slip of paper.

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