it has been one year
since the global pandemic coronavirus began to shut much of our nation down
so much loss and so many sacrifices and lessons learned
everyone waiting for a return to fully living life
with hope on the horizon.
“there are 31,536,000 seconds in a year. i am counting down every second.”
-ljupka cvetanova, the new land
“so comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!”
-J. R. R. Tolkien
art credit: paul noth, new york times
I signed his copy of ‘The Tale of Despereaux’ and he said, “My teacher said fifth grade is the year of asking questions.”
“Really?” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. He took out a notebook. “Every day we’re supposed to ask someone different a good question and listen really good and then write down the answer when they’re done talking.”
“Oh,” I said, “I get it. I’m someone different. Okay, what’s your question?”
“My question is how do you get all that hope into your stories?”
“That’s not a good question,” I said. “That’s a great question. Let me think. Um. I guess that writing the story is an act of hope, and so even when I don’t feel hopeful, writing the story can lead me to hope. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah,” he said. He looked me in the eye. “It’s kind of a long answer. But I can write it all out. Thanks.”
He picked up his copy of Despereaux, and walked away—writing in his notebook.
This was years ago.
Why did I wake up this morning and think of this child?
Maybe because this is a time to start asking good questions, a time to write down the answers, a time to listen to each other really well.
I’m going to get myself a little spiral bound notebook.
I’m going to listen and hope.
-Kate DiCamillo – American author
in recent days
i have seen and read about
many gestures of hospitality
one reaching out to another
with each act
i find a renewed sense of hope.
“hospitality is always an act that benefits the host even more than the guest. the concept of hospitality arose in ancient times when the reciprocity was easier to see: in nomadic cultures, the food and shelter one gave to a stranger yesterday is the food and shelter one hopes to receive from a stranger tomorrow. by offering hospitality, one participates in the endless reweaving of a social fabric on which all can depend – thus the gift of sustenance for the guest becomes a gift of hope for the host.”
-parker j. palmer
in spite of all efforts
have i been able
to keep an orchid alive
in spite of a pot cracked
on the very first day
trying to care for it
this tiny orchid
a surprise new flower emerges.
“patience is the art of hoping.”
-luc de clapiers
yes, yes you are.
and for that, we are lucky.
“children are one third of our population and all of our future.”
hell’s kitchen at night, new york
“hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.”
new york, ny, usa – nonmember 2018
hope springs eternal
as the snow returns once more
i hope for eternal spring
or for even just a month of it.
“in the spring,
i have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.”
image credit: flower power gnome – magic onions
image credit: mindful schools