When's the last time you picked up a dandelion and blew to make a wish?
I took this photo a little over a week ago.
But I didn't pick the dandelion...or blow off the parachute sphere part to make a wish.
Its not that I don't have wishes.
I haven't lost hope in wishes.
I think they are very important.
Hope is what keeps us alive and motivated.
But, I have to admit, my storage of hope has diminished somewhat lately.
I find myself disappointed in people.
I feel slightly adrift at sea again, trying to find my way.
I'm trying to stay on course, but my compass has gone missing.
What do you do to keep yourself on track?
To maintain faith in people?
To replenish your hope?