Hope…

Emily Dickinson wrote… Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.

These days, life feels heavier than usual. It seems like every time we turn on the news, there’s something new disturbing our peace. The weight of politics, division, and uncertainty can leave us feeling drained and even hopeless. It’s easy to wonder if the world is falling apart right in front of us. But here’s the truth: every season of history has carried its storms. Our grandparents lived through them, our parents survived them, and now it’s our turn to stand strong. What makes the difference is not what’s happening around us it’s how we carry ourselves through it. We can’t control every headline. We can’t silence every voice of hate. But we can stay alert, stay safe, and most importantly keep hope alive.

Hope is our protest.
Hope is our anchor.
Hope is the reminder that no matter how loud the chaos gets, it will not silence what we know to be true: better days are always possible.

So keep your eyes open. Don’t be naive about the world we’re living in but don’t let it harden you either. Protect your peace. Nurture your family. Check on your loved ones. Rest when you need to, and speak out when you must. Most of all, don’t give up. The harder life gets, the stronger we must cling to the belief that change is possible. We are not powerless. We are not alone. Prepare yourself. Stay alert. Stay safe. Stay hopeful. Because hope is the light that even the darkest days can’t put out.

XOXO Kaye,