Hope is a Heartbeat

There is a saying in Spanish that goes, hope is the last thing to die. This saying has always reminded me of the mom who waits a lifetime for a son or a daughter to be delivered from the grip of drugs. She hopes to her last breath. Or the parents who sit by the bedside of a sick child to the end, waiting and hoping.

It is a brutal reality that we are living an era of chaos. It is also a reality humanity has been here before, multiple times. It does not mean that this time around is not significant. It always is. It is always significant when it claims lives, when it wreaks havoc in ordinary day to day life, when it disrupts the rhythm of sowing and reaping to sustain life.

I was thinking and reflecting on this fleeting summer. Mid-June or so I found my aloe plant was not doing well. I did a little searching to find out if there was hope for my plant and what to do to bring it around. To my surprise, there was hope. There was still life in the plant. .

After reading several web pages and watching a couple of videos, I went to work. By mid July, it was vibrant and healthy again.

A few weeks ago I noticed something. Not only did I manage to bring my plant back around, my aloe did something I had never seen it do in the over 15 years that I have it. It grew babies!

I happily harvested those babies, replanted them in small pots and gifted them away.

My aloe reminded me there is always hope. Hope is a heartbeat.