Re: Open Arms

I find hope in a lot of things.  When I see things begin to transform for me or for someone else, I find hope held in that.
I tried to fit the idea of hugs on for hope and it isn't there for me (not that I oppose the hugging).  It just isn't where I feel hope.

I remember swinging when I was little.  That sensation of being both free and being able to stretch my arms out.  It was hope personified for me.  So that is the sensation that lets me know my arms are open and I am not shutting out possibilities or hope.