This a beautiful image, isn't it? Even without the word "Hope" printed in gold lettering across the top, the image screams blessed anticipation. A women - a muse, perhaps - holding the bold torch of enlightenment, leaning on her solid anchor. This woman is a lighthouse. A haven of safety for the brave sailors out at sea.
I grew up a short walk from a lighthouse. A beautiful, old lighthouse, whose beacon continues to flash its double-blink as a warning for fishermen dodging the ever-shifting sand bars. My family would visit the lighthouse together a few evenings every summer. We would park our car and stand out at the balcony looking out at the water, the lighthouse behind us. We would wait, looking out at the dark ocean until - at last! - the lighthouse would flash once and then twice, lighting up the water. Those brief moments of light filled me with hope.
This post was written as part of the Red Writing Hood challenge at The Red Dress Club.
