Are different things. Cognates of the heart, but more like cousins in action.
We wait for hopes. We work towards dreams.
We inhale hopes. We exhale dreams.
Hopes depend on something outside of ourselves, given to us like precious gifts. Dreams bubble up from the secret places of our souls and spill out into the world.
Hopes invite us to sit still. Dreams invite us to get our hands dirty.
Hopes invite us to sit still. Dreams invite us to get our hands dirty.
Hopes whisper quietly in the dark. Dreams shout in the noonday sun.
Hopes help us fall asleep at night when fears hound us like ghosts. Dreams wake us up in the morning, our pulse beating with possibilities.
