A full moon, an eclipse, a holiday that confuses love with chocolates/sex/martyrdom, and political fireworks showering sparks of hate, exclusion, terror, force, pain, and power converged to remind me that nearly every known poison has an antidote. Whatever flew out of Pandora's box biting and stinging souls across mythical time also brought comfort and hope into being for each of us.
Maybe we've been interpreting the myth incorrectly. Perhaps hope crowded those pests to the point where a tiny crack let pricklies escape howling and afraid of being diffused into hope's light. Flowing from confinement, Hope sang that we are safe and loved, capable and creating, growing and expanding ALL GOOD faster than we feel the stings distracting us as we progress.
Why was Hope at the bottom of the box that kept troubles at bay?
Perhaps it was Hope's chemistry, or
Alchemy ~its magic~ that transforms
pain to power, despair to love,
defeat to victory,
venom to vibrant life.
What flew out of the box
biting and stinging across mythical time
escaped howling and terrified of
being diffused into hope’s service.
Irony! When troubles exploded,
shrieking, sparking, declaring supremacy,
Hope flowed from its confinement, singing:
You are safe.
You are loved.
You are capable, creating,
growing, expanding ALL GOOD
faster than any flying, prickly,
expiring breed of pests can
impede the invasive
Progress of Hope.
DonnaMarie Fekete
14 February 2017