‘Tis the season of flickering lights, whether you celebrate a major winter holiday, a minor one, or only a short line of squares on the endless digital calendar. We acknowledge darkness during Diwali, Hanukkah, Christmas, and on to the Lunar New Year. Then, ostensibly, we find hope.
Which can be hard to find, but also very hard to do without.
This week I have in fact felt hopeful. Today I wanted to recognize the women, albeit not by name, who are giving me hope. I hasten to add, it’s not that men never give me hope; they have, they do, they will. But today,
Spero in mulieribus
I Googled that. It should mean “I have hope in women,” but I can’t vouch for accuracy. Behold.
- This week my daughter sent a video of her doing a chin-up. Someone dared her, and she practiced until she could.
- A writer friend of mine launches her book, Daughter of the King, next week. It’s already getting rave reviews on the book blogger circuit.
- Another friend found out she’d won a prize and a contract to publish her brilliant memoir. Details when announced.
- Another friend kept her entire pregnancy secret from social media.
- An artist found her way out of creative block to spectacular results.
- A baby was born knowing old secrets. You could tell from her face.
So even if you can’t find hope, I am pretty sure something you know or do or feel can inspire it in others. Not to get sappy, but to get completely sappy, your continued thoughtful grace here does it for me.
I’ll be off until the New Year. Until then, I’ll probably be ambushing someone with a hug, or watching light reflect in gold threaded through burlap ribbons. Or similar.
xoxoxox
Lisa
8 Responses
“A baby was born knowing old secrets. You could tell from her face.” Poetry. And here’s to YOU: adding Poet now to your thousand [and one more] other stellar accomplishments. Thank you for YOU.
Aw, thanks, Flo. Right back at you xoxoxox
Lovely, Lisa. You too inspire hope and gratitude.
Happy Christmas!
xxTheo
Now at 65, women have always held my deepest hope and inspiration. Happy holy days to you, Lisa.
Thank you for such a lovely and hopeful post. I’m honored to be mentioned. Knowing you brings me hope, and I’ll leave it at that. This week I can comment on your blog!
For Kathryn [who shares a name/spelling with my Grandmother, who I never met]. Just sent this to my nephew-the-artist who hits a wall from time to time. What better way to say KEEP WORKING through it:
https://www.instagram.com/p/CWdQnoXLXFe/
All best to you!
Hope is eternal. What is life without hope? You have lots of very positive things going on in your life. We all need to take inventory and find hope in our lives. Your post inspires hope. Wishing you all the best for the holidays and the new year!
I love this post! Brava for your daughter! I was aiming at managing a single pull-up, back before the gyms closed, and not sure I’ll ever want to achieve that badly enough now to try again. But brava to her!
And kudos to your writer anr artist friends as well — and that Mama holding close her precious and growing knowledge. . .
And that newborn, the old soul! May we all nurture that wisdom!
xoxo
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