If I simply put words on a page . . .
If I lace up my shoes and walk out the door . . .
If I give in to the plea for one more book . . .
If I close out of work and go to bed early . . .
If I say “yes” to a “yes day” . . .
I feel myself coming more fully alive.
I believe in my strength and doubt my limits.
I observe what fun it is to be lost in a story.
I remember that rest brings peace.
I begin to believe in magic again.
Hope Runs On 