Good morning. Hope.
Hope doesn’t mean “Yeehaw we’re all set now, nothing but blue skies, la la la!” It’s more like the cleared space when a tangle loosens, the strands part. In case anyone’s wondering what I’m talking about, on Tuesday elections across the US, in blue states and red states and swing states, Trump and his party lost. Our courts are acting; so are our leaders. At last.
Don’t get me wrong, there’s still so much wrong and much work to do. But if I’ve learned anything these last several years, it’s that absent an immediate emergency, or notable suffering, much of how we feel is up to us. After a decade of emergencies, I’m trying to refocus my inner eye on hope, awe and beauty. Just the little things, no big deal.
Sadly, much of what my outer eyes sees involves cleaning and maintaining my house. When will I finally get the windows replaced? These are not the little things I enjoy. But I can feel awe at the way dogwood leaves brown and curl at their edges, or how a baby learning to lie on her stomach cocks her head and look up at a beloved aunt. Good places for hope. Your own hope probably has other hangouts. Oh, and when located, I sort of store it up for rainy days.
This strategy does imply making yourself roll around in the good moments like a baby elephant in mud.
Meanwhile, today is sunny. Have a wonderful weekend.
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Refocusing on hope, awe and beauty — and rolling around in good moments like a baby elephant in mud! — sounds wonderful. <3 Sometimes dark times make us appreciate the tiny moments of light so much more.
Have a beautiful weekend full of sun and hope. xoxox
Appropriately enough, I am currently reading *The Book of Hope*, but Dr. Jane Goodall. Highly recommend.
I am also appreciating the sound trouncing — I mean — definitive election victories of last Tuesday night! I checked the NYT website before bed and went to sleep feeling just that much lighter.