Archive for March, 2011

It’s stubborn, hope.  Like relentless drops of water sliding down the glassy chambers of my heart, looking for a place to pool and soak into my bloodstream.  In the seemingly dead times of life – because, let’s face it, no matter how much you love your day-to-day, there are dead times – I’m thankful for this promise that refuses to give up within me.  The promise of redemption, of new life to come.  As Andy writes to Red in The Shawshank Redemption, “Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things.  And no good thing ever dies.”  Even when it is missing-in-action, lying dormant, hope is still there ready to awaken.

This is the movement inspired by these thoughts, danced bravely by Marissa Maislen in a narrow space by my friends’ front door.

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