Hope in The Churchyard
A Tiny Life Moment of finding hope in the dreariness of life
The moment
The squirrel was not budging. It positioned itself in the middle of the path and watched me. I was the intruder, the outsider. But I was also the human, so I walked on. It scurried away, and I continued down the path towards the garden of hope, an area set aside for the burial of ashes. Right in the middle was the Hope stone. ‘’God is with us so there is hope,’ it read. On one side, and the other. A simple statement shone into my heart.
The Reflection
Life can be bleak, but even in the middle of a drab tedious day, we can find rays of happiness. Sometimes we just have to move.
I had been sitting forever, waiting to be called along with 14 other people. When it was announced that the courts were running late. We were allowed an hour and a half for lunch. Some people opted to stay, the room was comfortable and warm, secure space in the midst of a pandemic. It was cold outside, some shops were open and the high street would be busy.
I considered my choices and made a decision to move.
Halfway along the High Street, I saw a church with an ancient looking churchyard — lichen covered gravestones dotted in the overgrown grass. I decided to stop by. Here are some pictures of the churchyard.









It brought a moment of restored hope, a resetting, an enjoyment.
All this I would have missed if I simply sat in the room, or went into a shop.
Lessons
Nothing new happens except you move
The surprises of life are hidden in the shifts of life. It could be a mental shift, or an emotional of physical shift. Regardless, each shift brings a new dawn






