Hope is a deep well of creativity and life acumen. Hope produces a joyful minute by minute interlude of delight and expectation. Hope is glue. It sticks the hoper to something with structure which may very well keep them alive. Hope is sight; bringing clarity to murky situations and thought projections that seem to end in a descending tunnel of despair. Hope is what keeps us pinned to this planet as it spins in the orbit of the dark blast from which the universes arose. Light flashes brilliantly and beautifully for those who hope. When hope is overshot it fades into the murky void. To live in hope is to face an equal measure of disappointment and success while continuing the trek to a bright expectation.

                                                                                                                                           Kim Cline 2018

Excerpt from In the Fringe: Viewing the Review copyright 2018


I think of the term “platform” as a place which allows me to see beyond where I am standing. As a kid, I went to a rock table in the mountains. After trekking through dark woods, I walked out onto a platform, and after my eyes adjusted to the light, the view took my breath away.  I saw miles beyond the place where I was standing. It was a life defining moment for me. I realized that there was beauty that could bring tears to my eyes and that the world was not such a bad place to live in.

Life was extremely nasty for me at the time of my mountaintop moment. I was living with a relative who was abusing me, and I had very few friends. I told no one what was happening because the abuse was portrayed to me by the abuser as being my fault. I believed that lie. It actually grew louder within me as I grew up, and I have written many poems about these experiences.

At that time, I retreated and spent many hours in my room creating stories and drawing. At school I rarely spoke, and sitting in the back of the class was my preference. The teachers and other students seemed to concur with my choice. Most people have an innate sense about others who are emotionally wounded. That sense causes most people to steer clear of the abused/wounded which perpetuates the cycle of loneliness for the one in deep pain. My world platform was dim and lonely.  I was grateful for the respite that the view from the mountain gave me; I could breathe, even if it was for just 30 minutes of my life up to that point.

Platforms are places we can go to in our physical world and in our own minds. We have that capacity as humans — to fold ourselves into a space (peaceful platform) that can redefine our lives. I have a very creative platform that I retreat to. I create art, write stories, and work on loving myself.

From a platform in your mind, or at a physical place such as a lakeside, a mountain top or a spacious prayer closet, the wounds can begin to heal. Being healthy and having a beautiful view from your life platform makes the journey on this planet much better.


“Hope is what keeps us pinned to this planet as we spin in the orbit of dark blast.” KC