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It feels too glib to offer hope in the form of a gesture when we need so much more than wishes, but I physically cross my fingers all the time. This reflex from a superstitious childhood is the acknowledgment of a need, the starting point of a change. It is the tiniest action taken to catch and hold love for a moment, tightly between the index and middle.
I quit my job (fingers crossed).
There's a new wave (fingers crossed).
He's in the hospital (fingers crossed).
And another and another and another.
Our days are hours of minutes that expand and swell with too much of everything. I want to be held in the clutch of those digits, squeezed down to my core, eyes once again bright to this world.
Fingers crossed. For me, for you, for us.
ABOUT LAUREN
Originally from New Jersey, Lauren feels at home in the Pacific Northwest. She closely watches clouds, birds, and the world around her. Lauren has worked in nonprofit arts, music, design, and radio and currently supports community efforts to create accessible and equitable parks and public spaces. She lives in West Seattle with her husband and honors with gratitude the traditional land of the first people of Seattle, the Duwamish Tribe.
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Words and block print art created by Lauren Daniels. Portraits by Hilary Northcraft.
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