I’ve been a bit low on hope recently. I don’t mean that I am expecting the world to come to a sudden and gruesome end, but more of a rather flat feeling. I’m sure I’m not the only person who can feel that way, and in the current economic and social climate I am sure that there are many more than before. Flicking through my old photos I came across this one. I took it in December 2009 when I took part in a march on Parliament prior to the Copenhagen Summit. As it happened there was no miracle at Copenhagen, far from it, it was in fact little short of a failure. But perhaps we were imagining and expecting the wrong miracle – for the whole point of a miracle is that it is something you cannot comprehend until it has happened. At Cancun the following year an agreement was reached, not a binding treaty but far more than had been expected after the dismal result from Copenhagen.
So today when I finished writing my morning pages and realised I still felt rather flat I looked at this photograph again and then printed it and stuck it on my fridge. For I can imagine and I can expect and perhaps something I could never have comprehended will happen, maybe not to me but enough to make me appreciate that there is always hope.