Sometimes my hope is a pebble in my shoe, imprinting into my sole.
When it shows up like this, I snap at the sky, threatening the clouds. I think it might be heavy enough to sink me, but it never does: it quickens me, slows me. Makes me think about where I put my weight and why.
Sometimes my hope is a pebble in my shoe, hidden from everyone who isn’t me. It speaks through every step I take and each I don’t. It moves with me.
It irritates and irritates, and no matter what I carry– it doesn’t crumble.
rarasaur 
Love this and you! ❤️
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Wonderful. Thank you. You put into words a concept/metaphor in a way that I wish I could have done to crystalize it.
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Beautiful words from a beautiful soul!
💜🙏💜🌺💜🙏💜
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Why do our hopes cause us grief like that and refuse to be forgotten?
Oh, but the joy when those hopes are fulfilled (and the pebble, no matter how small, is removed from the shoe).
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oh how beautifully painful ❤
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So much this! ❤ ❤ *hugs*
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