hope – Page 9 – On Life, Hope y todo lo demás…

Take me home

There was shattered glass everywhere. I got up from bed and made my way carefully to the window where a beautiful full moon greeted me. I had never seen such grandeur before. It seemed to beckon me.

by Laura Basset Carbonell

Trying to swim when everyone is drowning.

I don’t seem to be alone when it comes to hardship. Of late, I talk to people, watch the news and everyone seems to be drowning in their own personal sea of troubles. I’d like to say that it helps to know that I’m not alone but sometimes it’s hard not to drown and go […]

by Laura Basset Carbonell

We made it to 2016!

We made it! We are alive! And that in itself, for some, is especially a miracle!

by Laura Basset Carbonell

Why I walked away with nothing.

Now, as the year comes to an end, I reflect on what has transpired and I’m OK with most everything. When I was blindsided by my husband’s request for a divorce, I nodded, got my bags and walked away without a fight and with nothing.

by Laura Basset Carbonell

What may bring hope…

“Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place.

by Laura Basset Carbonell

Simply breathing.

Sometimes the only answer I have when someone asks me how I’m doing is simply; “Breathing,” because this is how it feels and it’s OK. Not only does this cut the conversation short, but explains more than 100 words can. Everyone understands all too well in their own way this answer.

by Laura Basset Carbonell

The decade of friendships and family and the new year ahead.

I should be packing to be reunited with part of my family tomorrow, and here I sit. I used to pack a week ahead, but life has changed and my movements have become slow as well as my reactions. It’s been a ride.

by Laura Basset Carbonell

Watch me rising…

This is what happens to all of us if we allow ourselves to leave behind the “lessons” and begin to rise after we’ve fallen.

by Laura Basset Carbonell

It could be worse, you may not see a sunrise again.

Now, when I’m faced with some sort of hardship since my friend passed, I always go back to that time when he slipped away in my hands. Nothing, after that, can be as bad. I use this “loss” to gauge many of my feelings now, whether it be anger, sadness or loneliness. “It could be worse, I […]

by Laura Basset Carbonell

Our last voyage.

In the depth of my soul I fear I’m not yet cured of the malady of “life.” We all have to battle some malady, mine is my own, tailored to fit. Just when I think the dust has settled, here comes another wind of change, unsettling the comfort of normalcy.