It’s been a very long time since I’ve written for the purpose of sharing inspiration. But there’s nothing more exciting and motivating than having someone with whom to have dialogue to kickstart my writing passion – four months since the coronavirus gripped us from our sense of normalcy and forced us into a state of partial paralysis. From the hearts and souls of breathing humans, it stole hope, it stole dreams, it stole patterns of everyday living….it stole life. And yet someone, to add insult to injury, with all their scientific wisdom, gave it a “proper name” – Covid19 – as if this Satanic demon would look better, feel better, do better – and restore that which was irretrievably thieved! What is left for those of us who remain, who, in the midst of searching for optimism may possibly be physically, emotionally, and spiritually shredded? It may seem difficult to remain hopeful about our future while cautiously tip-toeing through and navigating our way to our next goal – or simply to that next thing that brings us joy, no matter how trivial. We wake up each day and we breathe! Involuntarily. WE BREATHE! We give thanks. We really do have so much for which to give thanks despite it all. Our lives still hold purpose. Our lives still hold hope. And for those reasons we must plough on through and live our lives……with intention!