“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us even in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavour. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.” – Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Not even in our soundest sleep does Hope dare to slip away.

Rather, it waits patiently to attend our ‘needs’ – with open arms and gentle sweetness.

And just as certain as our breath may rise and fall, so too… shall the beginning of each brand-new day.

Namaste, my loves…❤️