Enough Hope

Enough hope.... what is that really? I don't think Hope is something like baking soda, requiring a certain quantity to activate the lift. In fact, I sense that Hope is just plain always there to lift us, if we just call out for it or conjure it with our attention. It's funny - Hope does not seem to be very popular these days. I say this because I paint and sell mandalas, and the Hope mandala is just as lovely or even lovelier than the rest, but it doesn't sell much at all compared to ones like Joy, Tranquility, Love, Trust, Prosperity, Good Happens, etc. My theory is that people don't tend to think of Hope without thinking of disappointment.

So you have a child, and there is so much hoping, projecting, expecting, wondering what they will be like. Then you realize you and your child will be working with major neurological challenges his whole life. Neurological injury, actually. Injury caused by toxic substances and energies we as a culture have poured into our environment and straight into our children's bodies because we insist on seeing only the smallest part of the picture.

My Hope for Max is intact: I will see him living in Joy, his unique expression finding its own perfect nitch. My Hope for the world is this: WE WILL WAKE UP! A 3,600% rise in autistic spectrum disorders in the last 15 years is not a glitch in the way things are diagnosed now. It is a canary in the coal mine, and the canary's not looking so good....