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Fridays Are For Hope

You know how when you start thinking about something -- a specific brand of car when you're interested in a new car, for example -- you start seeing it everywhere?

Well. I'm thinking that might be the case for hope, too. Because now that I'm looking for it, I'm finding it (in little pieces, at least) more often.

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Just little bits of it. 
Here and there.


I've been playing around with the word "hope" this week. The definition. The way we use it in everyday speech. That kind of thing.

Turns out, hope . . . is a Really Useful Word! Noun, verb, proper noun, adjective, adverb.  It shows up everywhere, all the time. A word with many uses.

I think, in my case - right now, I'm looking for a . . . thing.

As a noun.
"A desire accompanied by expectation of or belief in fulfillment."
(Yep. That's it.)

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I've also been thinking about all the ways we talk about hope . . . without actually using the word hope.

Things are looking up . . . 
The light at the end of the tunnel . . . 
Seeing through rose-colored lenses . . . 
Keeping the faith . . . 
The cup is half-full . . . 
She's a real Pollyanna . . . 
Look on the bright side . . . 

It's everywhere in our language!


It's an interesting word, that's for sure. Fun to play around with. Poets, of course, have a field day with hope. I've got a poem for you today that I'm sure you already know. But, when you're thinking about what hope IS . . . you need this poem in your toolbox.


"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
and never stops - at all 

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

    --- Emily Dickinson


Right now, hope feels elusive -- that "thing with feathers that perches in the soul."


I felt some glimmers of hope now and again this week.
Did you?
Did you find any hope in the dark spaces this week?


My best wishes to all of you . . . for a weekend filled with peace and solace, time to rest -- and things that bring you joy. (And maybe some poetry, too.) 

Don't forget to look for hope. (And let me know if you find some.)


Today's poem was published in The Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by R.W. Franklin, The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, 1999.  Information about the poet can be found here




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This is a wonderful post as we head into the weekend. And as someone who is not typically drawn to,poetry, I think I want to dip my toe in that water.

Vikki H

My favorite hope-filled quote, “ All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”
Julian of Norwich


Hope was everywhere this week, an abundance of hope! Hope being shouted from homes across this nation. And after last night, I am filled with hope. And that is such a good thing! XO


I've felt some glimmers of hope this week - the DNC and the possibility of a president that pays attention to science, cares about all of his constituents, and is empathetic, and the slow shift towards fall. I'll have to guard against it all getting dashed next week but maybe I'll make it a complete no-news week. Let's not let the glimmers go out.


Well, I had a reality check regarding one or two things and hope was all but dashed... ALL BUT, so, I guess, THERE'S STILL A GLIMMER OF HOPE.

In many other ways, though, yes. If I don't have hope, I have nothing...


I'm feeling hopeful! I've said it a million times lately...we can only hope! Have a wonderful weekend and I'll get on that other request too! xo


Yup - feeling more hopeful this week for sure. And the signs/tinges of Fall are so welcome!


You know, I remembered the first line of this poem but had forgotten that it was from Emily Dickinson. I agree that hope seems elusive most days, but like catching a bird flying by at the edge of your vision, I know that it's still there if I look for it.


I was filled with hope every night, Mon-Thurs from 7-9:00 Mtn time as I tuned in to the convention. And God love Julia Louis-Dreyfus for making me laugh—a lot! Laughter always leaves me feeling hopeful. Loving your Fridays...

Kathy Boyer

You know, i had glimmers of hope!! late in the week. Last sunday was a big downer for some reason.
hope with beautiful nights on the porch
new knitting
paddle boarding


ah, Hope. I walked closely with this word through all of 2019. On Being has assembled some of the best pieces - from diverse voices - to explore this word (https://onbeing.org/starting-points/hope-is-a-muscle/) Sadly, it's so often mis-construed to be weak, and yet. it's one of the most powerful tools we have. I did find glimmers of hope in the convention last week. I'll be holding fast to those memories to get me through this next week.


This week brought several glimmers of hope. The speeches at the DNC were filled with decency and humanity. Like most others we will have to hold on to these moments. There is a rocky road ahead.

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