Hope

It’s important to have hope. That feeling deep inside of you that tells you everything is going to be okay. And it will be. But sometimes you have to go through the sludge first. Sometimes you have to get through the darkness. In order to find the light. Sometimes you need to deeply know the ice coldness of dread so you can fully appreciate the golden glow of the sunshine. Softly touching your skin. Kissing your face. Diving into the sky blue ocean sparkling under the suns rays.

If you’re going through a hard time, know that everything changes and gets better over time. It ebbs and flows like the tides washing into shore. Gently lapping at the sand. Washing away sandcastles and shells. Eventually turning these shells into sand. It’s a constant cycle in nature. Changing and evolving. Like a leaf drifting in the springtime breeze, creating a symphony of sounds that are unique to that tree.

Eventually the leaf will die, that’s a part of life, death. It will fall to the ground and decay into the soil. Giving new life once again. The tree blossoms with sweet smelling flowers, delicate and dainty. Nectar drips from their petals. Delicious fruit grows heavy on the branches, inviting you in to pick and have a bite. Juicy and full of life. It runs down your chin and you are content.

If the fruit isn’t picked, it too will die and rot and give new life. The circle of life. Tree of life, interconnected and interwoven. Intricate and intelligent systems providing life. Fresh shoots grow up from the ground, a tiny little plant growing it’s first leaves, fragile and unprotected. One day it will grow into a majestic tree with rough bark to protect it.

But first, it is so vulnerable. To drying out, to predators, to being trod on and squished underfoot. The journey of a plant from a fresh shoot into a giant tree is absolutely phenomenal. It’s magic. We are witnessing magic. Mystical. Whimsical.

Fairies bounce from leaf to leaf, resting in the softness of the flowers. Drinking the nectar and taking shade under the leaves that are as big as a house for them. They tend to the leaves and flowers. While Mother Nature provides for the tree to flourish and thrive. Growing tall. Growing up.

Growing up is a sensational experience. From a tiny little baby, into a toddler, a child, a teenager, a young adult and finally into a mature adult. The whole process is amazing. We learn so much in our lives. I think I will be a lifelong learner. Absorbing information. Like a sponge, I take it all in. Learning by doing. Kinaesthetic. Touching. Moving. Massaging. Creating. Printing. Leaves. Flowers. Tendrils growing up branches. Sweet smelling jasmine flowers drifting on the crisp breeze. Reminds me of home.

Home. What a safe abode. My little cocoon that has held me in my fragility. In my vulnerability. Allowed me to heal so I could grow my wings. Now I’ve emerged. Opened my wings and started to fly. It’s a wonderful feeling. Healing. Growing. Slowing down. Taking time to appreciate the little things. Not taking things so seriously. Laughing. Playing. Inner child. Holding her. Telling her everything is going to be okay.

And now I do have hope. Hope for a vibrant future. A colourful life. Mixing and meandering like a river. Water lapping at the shore. Energy in motion. Emotion. I am stable now. And I am grateful for that. Not to feel like a rollercoaster. But a gentle drive through the forest. Observing the trees and leaves and breeze. Picking flowers. Decorating my home with them.

One day I have hope that I will own my own home. A perfect little place that is mine alone. Hopefully in connection with nature. Somewhere I can practice my KaHuna, music and art. I want to teach music and art therapy. I want to help others heal. And feel. I want to guide others on the path to wholeness. Fulfilment. To leave behind the fear based beliefs and step into loving trust. A deep knowing that everything will be okay. I know I keep saying that, but it is true.

Nothing stays the same. Everything changes. Over time. If you’re going through a hard time, know that it will not be here forever. One day it will wash over you like a wave crashing into shore. You will be left empty. The evolution of emotions. Alchemising pain into pleasure. Into beauty. A rainbow after a violent storm. Casting its colourful brilliance for all to see. To appreciate. To love.

I appreciate and love the little things now. Like warm cups of tea, slow mornings writing, weaving words into stories and expressing my emotions, stream of consciousness poems, my mind is clear, crystal clear. No longer weighed down by pain and confusion. No longer stuck in chaos. A gentle calmness has taken it’s place. I believe it is hope. And joy.

So keep hoping for a better future. A better tomorrow. But remember to live in the present. It’s all we ever have. This moment. So enjoy. I wish you all the best on your journey towards hope.

Sending aloha

Mia

~ Miamana Healing ~