Tag: hope

One Thing

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Life

Rory, over at A Guy Called Bloke saw a quote that I posted and shared the lovely quote below with me.  I loved it so much I wanted to be sure to share it with you!

“I think a man only needs one thing in life. He just needs someone to love. If you can’t give him that, then give him something to hope for. And if you can’t give him that, just give him something to do.”

Scott Michael Campbell – James Liddle

You’re Not In Charge

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Life

Hello, my WordPress community. 🙂  I know you haven’t heard much of me lately and I apologize for that. In the crazy reality of today’s world, I hope that all of you are well and are staying safe.

I am well. I took a few days off work and just spent some quiet time at home, sleeping late, sewing masks, taking naps and catching up on my TV shows.

Being an introvert, spending time alone, at home, is not as hard on me as it would be on some people. I use this quiet time to recharge. I think that the current state of the world has had me stressed. (no big surprise there, right?) So quiet and rest is just what I’ve needed.

A few of you have reached out wondering about me.  I don’t mean to worry anyone.  I so appreciate your thoughtfulness! ❤  I am mostly doing alright.  I think that like a lot of people, are in disbelief about the state of the world.  All we can do, is all we can do, right?

I think that the best advice I would give anyone struggling to come to terms with the pandemic, is to simply tell them to find their purpose.  With purpose, you will always move forward, not sit dwelling on the what ifs.  It’s not easy to smile and be optimistic on some days, I get that.  Just Do What You Can.  Leave the rest to your higher power.  You’re not in charge, remember?

Be well and stay safe my friends.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.  ❤  Penny

Hope

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry

 

Some days 

Hope 

is too 
burdensome 
an idea 

Existence 
is thick
and fat

This endeavor
cumbersome
oppressive  

With clouded psyche
and trembling fingers 

I tuck  
a sliver of 
hope 
in a pocket  

Optimism 
saved away 
for tomorrow 

Belief

A piece of it 
shining 
beckoning 
to light my way  

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

*This piece is something that I've been kicking around for a 
while. I keep coming back to it, tweaking it. I'm not sure 
that it conveys what I was trying to express, but 
regardless, I hope you enjoyed it. Penny <3

 

Glimmer – #writephoto

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Writing

Our cheeks were flushed, matching the fire of the sunset.  Our pulses raced with excitement.  This ragtag bunch of forgotten souls; 24 in all, had been walking for what seemed like forever.  But now, there was finally a glimmer of hope.

Nestled in the narrow valley at the base of the Blue Mountains, were lights.  It was the first sign of people we had seen in weeks.

We were not alone after all.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

* This is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.  If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.  

 

 

These Are My Wishes For You

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Life, Prose

*This is a quote that my BFF gave to me years ago.  I’ve always treasured it and I keep it on my fridge with a magnet.  Once in a while I will remember to stop and read it.  I did that yesterday.  Every time I do this, it stops me in my tracks.  A wonderful and beautiful sentiment.  I want to share this beautiful wish with you.  May your life always be as blessed.

These Are My Wishes For You–  

“May you find serenity and tranquility in a world you may not always understand.

May a kind word, a reassuring touch, and a warm smile be yours every day of your life, and may you give these gifts as well as receive them.

May you find time in each day to see the beauty and love in the world around you.

May you find enough inner strength to determine your own worth by yourself, and not be dependent on other’s judgement of your accomplishments.

May you always feel loved.”

-Sandra Sturtz

Belly of the Beast

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Prose

It’s subtle, but it’s there.  The chasm opens wide ready to swallow.  If I don’t keep my wits about me, I’ll end up in the belly of the beast.  I feel it.

I question the reasons why.  The retribution we must pay.  Will it ever be enough?  Or will the demons demand a higher price?

I deny the despondency, turning toward the light, I hold tight to the hope of tomorrow.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson