Recently a classmate and I ran a group on creating hope. How do we hold space for hope? How do we create hope? To consider hope in a burning world feels revolutionary. It calls for a rugged hope. While browsing through my archives of experimental film work, I found a glimmer of hope. When words fall short, images resonate deep within me. Fear often feels black and white. Stark divides and contrasts. Isolation disconnects; the yellow thread pulls me through my despair and helps me find the ground.

The darkness gives way and the cracks allow the light.

Hope can be subtle, shifting, and sometimes paper-thin.

Scarred and bold and bruised. Sometimes hope is disappointing. Sometimes it feels as though it’s failed us. Hope can be gritty and elusive. And yet, it endures.

We look for the glimmers. We hold space. We reach for each other. We carry hope within. We create. We offer this hope to others. Are you in need of hope? You can borrow mine.

Revolutionary hope unites.

~ Laura