Finding Hope | 1.24.25

Finding Hope | 1.24.25

I am taking a page from Kym and will be occasionally sharing the hope I find in my days with you all… perhaps my hope will inspire your hope as Kym’s hope has certainly inspired mine!

Everything that is done in the world is done by hope. — Martin Luther

This morning’s 15°F felt downright balmy in comparison to this week’s bitterly cold temps and I felt hope. And that bit of hope increased as Frankie and I observed the tiniest beginnings of light in the east… yes, that light is returning and the lengthening days are noticeable as January winds down.

We have had snow cover that stayed on the ground since the beginning of the month! That snow cover increases my hope because even though it makes walking Frankie multiple times a day a bit more challenging… I loved the hushed quality that a snow covered neighborhood has and the crunching of the snow as I walk… normal winter things! And let’s face it… I love wearing woolly socks and sweaters and hats and mittens! Knitting is the penultimate thing of hope!

So is gardening and as I look out at my snow covered yard and think about the bulbs that are tucked away under that snowy cover… and I have hope!

And as you can see… Inside my house is not without hope either! A couple of weeks ago my littlest Christmas Cactus began to sprout a flower bud! And the bigger cactus seemed to jump on the bandwagon and sprout all sorts of buds! Hope is a thing with… petals! Those delicate little pale pink blooms have given me lots of hope!

Hope also comes with a pup that for several weeks now has been sleeping entirely through the night. I worried that post surgery this trend would revert to a middle of the night potty run… but nope, sleeping through the night has continued! Hope is much more hopeful with a good nights sleep!

And there you have some glimpses of hope in my January days. Have a great weekend everyone and I will see you back here on Monday with the link up for our word updates!

 

Thursday’s are for Poetry | 4.7.22

Thursday’s are for Poetry | 4.7.22

This week’s theme is hope. Whew. What a week for hope, huh?

He that lives upon hope will die fasting. — Benjamin Franklin

I have always thought that hope was a singular thing… something you had inside you… or had to find inside you. Or if you could not find it inside you… then “Look UP and find hope” seemed to me to be the usual answer.

But what if it’s not?

The poem I am sharing today speaks differently of hope. And this is the kind of hope that I am looking for… the hope that has been left for me to find along my journey.

Hope

by Rosemary Wahtola Trommer

Hope has holes
in its pockets.
It leaves little
crumb trails
so that we,
when anxious,
can follow it.
Hope’s secret:
it doesn’t know
the destination—
it knows only
that all roads
begin with one
foot in front
of the other.

Hope by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer from How to Love the World: Poems of Gratitude and Hope. Published by Story Publishing.

Please visit Kym, Bonny, and Sarah today to see what hope they have to share.

Happy Thursday, Everyone!

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