Ripples of hope moving across bodies of water & land. Ripples of hope lapping against bodies, real bodies.
Small thoughts that give birth to big ideas. Single words that build sentences of justice. Tiny acts that go unnoticed by the many, but felt deeply by the one. These are the ripples of hope that make tidal waves of change.
Why do we despise small beginnings, when those are the only beginnings there are? Why do we need to see large change, mass change, grand change to see change is happening? Bit by bit. Ripple upon ripple.
It is taking place in the small resistances to the structures & precepts of this world. The single words that stand up, stand out. The clashes of heaven & earth.
These are the ripples of hope that make tidal waves of change.
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