Space makes me hopeful. Any kind of space that helps shed light to consciousness and awareness.
When I use the word hope, I think of the possibilities there are of embarrassing an attitude of gratitude. Each moment brings an opportunity to choose to be open to awareness. My hopefulness helps to drive my decision to to practice with a nonjudgmental defenseless mind. One that lets go of thoughts of attacking or being attacked. Letting go over and over again with forgiveness and love.
Hopele...
Space makes me hopeful. Any kind of space that helps shed light to consciousness and awareness.
When I use the word hope, I think of the possibilities there are of embarrassing an attitude of gratitude. Each moment brings an opportunity to choose to be open to awareness. My hopefulness helps to drive my decision to to practice with a nonjudgmental defenseless mind. One that lets go of thoughts of attacking or being attacked. Letting go over and over again with forgiveness and love.
Hopelessness can help us dive deeply to love and truth.
that the kachinas of life are calling my attention forward, to become and stay aware, that the lifes energies are to be supported and supportive. Trust!
Last night we attended a dance recital in Atlanta at the Georgia Tech. University Theater for the Arts. Our 9 year old grand daughter Sophia was in the recital. There was so much on that stage. The young people, girls and boys of various ages, from 4 years old to college age of many ethnicities and backgrounds, were full of vibrancy: color, energy, joy, excitement,and tons of talent. It made me hopeful. It seems impossible that all that human harmony and potential could ever be destroyed. ...
Last night we attended a dance recital in Atlanta at the Georgia Tech. University Theater for the Arts. Our 9 year old grand daughter Sophia was in the recital. There was so much on that stage. The young people, girls and boys of various ages, from 4 years old to college age of many ethnicities and backgrounds, were full of vibrancy: color, energy, joy, excitement,and tons of talent. It made me hopeful. It seems impossible that all that human harmony and potential could ever be destroyed. I saw it in the kids, in their robust love of being alive!
Today I am hopeful, we have found it difficult to get adecuate education for my daughter and, after her week visit at a gifted education school, they told us that they may be opening a smaller class for children that need extra support and that her visit helped them take this decision, which they had considered for a long time due to the big need for it. It is the only school of this type in the country
These posts have made me hopeful this morning. That all of you see acts of kindness and let them touch you, and give kindness and see it touch others. That the human heart has this vulnerability and sensitivity to love and connection, even in the midst of all that can be violent and deadening and a cause for real despair in this world. And seeing these moments in my life, like a client letting me know how my listening had helped her, or the kindness of a friend who wished me a happy 198th bir...
These posts have made me hopeful this morning. That all of you see acts of kindness and let them touch you, and give kindness and see it touch others. That the human heart has this vulnerability and sensitivity to love and connection, even in the midst of all that can be violent and deadening and a cause for real despair in this world. And seeing these moments in my life, like a client letting me know how my listening had helped her, or the kindness of a friend who wished me a happy 198th birthday of Walt Whitman yesterday (remembering he’s my favorite poet).
May these little acts add up, and may we keep finding ways to hold this planet and everyone in society in this same spirit of kindness, institutionalized kindness that protects the most vulnerable and supports us all.
Good Morning, I had never been extremely fond of the word “hope.” My dreams were dashed early in life and a lack of understanding the importance of being in the present moment did not enter my life until I had to dye my hair to keep from seeing the grey. Then one day, I looked in the mirror and said, “Your hair needs to match your wrinkles, so I threw away the dye bottle and faced the reality my roots could not hide.
Let me explain. If you are as old as I am you might remember the song...
Good Morning, I had never been extremely fond of the word “hope.” My dreams were dashed early in life and a lack of understanding the importance of being in the present moment did not enter my life until I had to dye my hair to keep from seeing the grey. Then one day, I looked in the mirror and said, “Your hair needs to match your wrinkles, so I threw away the dye bottle and faced the reality my roots could not hide.
Let me explain. If you are as old as I am you might remember the song, “Cry” by Johnnie Ray. There a lyric in it that says, “Remember sunshine can be found behind a cloudy sky, so let your hair down and go on baby and cry.” Hope doesn’t hang out where reality is denied. Why, because if you can’t let go of what robbed you of hope, you are stuck in limbo and I spent many years hiding out there.
During those years, I was given what I call “a blinding glimpse of the obvious.” I was extremely active in a twelve-step organization that supports the families and friends of alcoholics. I received a call from a young woman who told me her husband was hooked on both alcohol and drugs. She said they had a baby daughter and that she had left him and returned home to another state to be with her parents to sort out her feelings. She had decided with the help of her in-laws to return and make an attempt to reconcile if he would agree to get help. She explained that he was currently living with another woman and her daughter and that it was very hard for her to accept that he would want to be with this person and her child instead of his own wife and daughter.
I told her that we would welcome her to our 12-step meetings and that I felt she would find them very helpful. Before we said good-bye, I said I will be praying for God’s will in your life.
She responded with confusion in her voice. She said, “Surely it is God’s will that my husband be with me and his daughter.”
I found myself saying, “Your husband has free will and God does not mess with free will.”
She did return to town and attended a few meetings and then I did not hear from her for a couple of months. One day, the phone rang and when I said, “Hello,” she identified herself and she said, “I wanted to call and thank you.”
This time, I was the one that was confused. I said, “We’ve missed you at the meetings. What are you thanking me for?”
She said, “I wanted you to know that what you said on the phone the first time I spoke to you about free will has freed me. My daughter and I will be leaving tomorrow and I will be filing for a divorce. My husband refuses to get help and leave the other woman. I need to get on with my life and make a life for our child.”
Hope does not exist in limbo but it flourishes in reality.
Hope....such a powerful word. I actually gave my youngest daughter the middle name of Hope because we literally hoped and prayed her into this world. I remember when, unexpectedly pregnant with her at 39 years old....on my way to the hospital because I was developing complications...my then 9 year old older daughter ran to the car and put something in my hand that she had made in Sunday school. It was a little plastic word "hope" that she had painted in bright colors. I kept that next to me d...
Hope….such a powerful word. I actually gave my youngest daughter the middle name of Hope because we literally hoped and prayed her into this world. I remember when, unexpectedly pregnant with her at 39 years old….on my way to the hospital because I was developing complications…my then 9 year old older daughter ran to the car and put something in my hand that she had made in Sunday school. It was a little plastic word “hope” that she had painted in bright colors. I kept that next to me during my subsequent 2 months in the hospital and….22 years later it is still next to me on my nightstand. So this word holds so much meaning for me.
Today, what makes me hopeful is the assurance that I am not alone on my journey. I am hopeful that each day is a new beginning and, since I am still here, I am hopeful that growth is taking place…even when I can’t see or feel it. God is so not done with me yet!
Remembering my own life, which is a microcosm of macrocosim. I see how I am accompanied by Love and how I have come thru difficulties, not unscathed but still growing, learning and maturing.
That gives me hope for all.
That everyday, more and more people realize their innate kindness and demonstrate it, giving up on the grim anger cultures have foisted onto their countenances.
Every year the grass grows, no one has to teach it. The universe is a miracle and we are all divine. There are no mistakes. We can trust in life and become more divine. Spiritual laws are reliable and this gives me hope.
What makes me hopeful is when I see acts of kindness and compassion in my life and in the world. What makes me hopeful is when I see acts of courage to stand up for what is right and good. The recent speech by the mayor of New Orleans, the press conference by LeBron James, the poem Home by Warsan Sire all make me hopeful that our world is moving towards peace, love, community, and living as if we are One.
So often, the people on this site, including the Gratitude Lounge - as you share your wisdom, vulnerabilities, humor, hope, stories of bravery, struggles, hearts and souls. As well, the cycles of the natural world - the turning of the seasons, the pathways of sun and moon, all God's creatures in cycles of birthing and working to survive. People who work together toward the good. Advances in medicine - so creative and often under the radar to us, until we are the ones in need. And of course my f...
So often, the people on this site, including the Gratitude Lounge – as you share your wisdom, vulnerabilities, humor, hope, stories of bravery, struggles, hearts and souls. As well, the cycles of the natural world – the turning of the seasons, the pathways of sun and moon, all God’s creatures in cycles of birthing and working to survive. People who work together toward the good. Advances in medicine – so creative and often under the radar to us, until we are the ones in need. And of course my family.
What makes me hopeful: seeing the responses to yesterday’s announcement regarding the Paris Agreement. Now I am actually more hopeful that the Paris pledges are going to be taken seriously, because there is even more urgency to keep this planet safe for this and future generations.
What makes me hopeful this morning is the fact that I’m here, at this site, willing to work on an attitude of gratitude. Due to an injury I’ve been stuck on bed rest, and in a lot of pain….missing work, and by yesterday afternoon I was angry, helpless, and hopeless. Afraid of what the future holds. But my faith reminds me to turn that suffering into a prayer… And a client messaged me to check out this website. I’m grateful for her:)
dawning of a new day on this wondrous earth we call home…because of my gratefulness, I am happy to be a tremendously small part of it with a very large impact
Space makes me hopeful. Any kind of space that helps shed light to consciousness and awareness.
When I use the word hope, I think of the possibilities there are of embarrassing an attitude of gratitude. Each moment brings an opportunity to choose to be open to awareness. My hopefulness helps to drive my decision to to practice with a nonjudgmental defenseless mind. One that lets go of thoughts of attacking or being attacked. Letting go over and over again with forgiveness and love.
Hopele...
Space makes me hopeful. Any kind of space that helps shed light to consciousness and awareness.
When I use the word hope, I think of the possibilities there are of embarrassing an attitude of gratitude. Each moment brings an opportunity to choose to be open to awareness. My hopefulness helps to drive my decision to to practice with a nonjudgmental defenseless mind. One that lets go of thoughts of attacking or being attacked. Letting go over and over again with forgiveness and love.
Hopelessness can help us dive deeply to love and truth.
that the kachinas of life are calling my attention forward, to become and stay aware, that the lifes energies are to be supported and supportive. Trust!
Last night we attended a dance recital in Atlanta at the Georgia Tech. University Theater for the Arts. Our 9 year old grand daughter Sophia was in the recital. There was so much on that stage. The young people, girls and boys of various ages, from 4 years old to college age of many ethnicities and backgrounds, were full of vibrancy: color, energy, joy, excitement,and tons of talent. It made me hopeful. It seems impossible that all that human harmony and potential could ever be destroyed. ...
Last night we attended a dance recital in Atlanta at the Georgia Tech. University Theater for the Arts. Our 9 year old grand daughter Sophia was in the recital. There was so much on that stage. The young people, girls and boys of various ages, from 4 years old to college age of many ethnicities and backgrounds, were full of vibrancy: color, energy, joy, excitement,and tons of talent. It made me hopeful. It seems impossible that all that human harmony and potential could ever be destroyed. I saw it in the kids, in their robust love of being alive!
Today I am hopeful, we have found it difficult to get adecuate education for my daughter and, after her week visit at a gifted education school, they told us that they may be opening a smaller class for children that need extra support and that her visit helped them take this decision, which they had considered for a long time due to the big need for it. It is the only school of this type in the country
I hope that this school will open soon, dear Palm. Your daughter deserves that.
Thank you so much dear Anna, your words mean a lot to me, love, Palm
What makes me hopeful?
A child’s smiling, all knowing, eyes.
Connecting – with nature and her elements, a family member or friend, music, visual beauty, a moving thought or prayer, my breath and body
These posts have made me hopeful this morning. That all of you see acts of kindness and let them touch you, and give kindness and see it touch others. That the human heart has this vulnerability and sensitivity to love and connection, even in the midst of all that can be violent and deadening and a cause for real despair in this world. And seeing these moments in my life, like a client letting me know how my listening had helped her, or the kindness of a friend who wished me a happy 198th bir...
These posts have made me hopeful this morning. That all of you see acts of kindness and let them touch you, and give kindness and see it touch others. That the human heart has this vulnerability and sensitivity to love and connection, even in the midst of all that can be violent and deadening and a cause for real despair in this world. And seeing these moments in my life, like a client letting me know how my listening had helped her, or the kindness of a friend who wished me a happy 198th birthday of Walt Whitman yesterday (remembering he’s my favorite poet).
May these little acts add up, and may we keep finding ways to hold this planet and everyone in society in this same spirit of kindness, institutionalized kindness that protects the most vulnerable and supports us all.
Good Morning, I had never been extremely fond of the word “hope.” My dreams were dashed early in life and a lack of understanding the importance of being in the present moment did not enter my life until I had to dye my hair to keep from seeing the grey. Then one day, I looked in the mirror and said, “Your hair needs to match your wrinkles, so I threw away the dye bottle and faced the reality my roots could not hide.
Let me explain. If you are as old as I am you might remember the song...
Good Morning, I had never been extremely fond of the word “hope.” My dreams were dashed early in life and a lack of understanding the importance of being in the present moment did not enter my life until I had to dye my hair to keep from seeing the grey. Then one day, I looked in the mirror and said, “Your hair needs to match your wrinkles, so I threw away the dye bottle and faced the reality my roots could not hide.
Let me explain. If you are as old as I am you might remember the song, “Cry” by Johnnie Ray. There a lyric in it that says, “Remember sunshine can be found behind a cloudy sky, so let your hair down and go on baby and cry.” Hope doesn’t hang out where reality is denied. Why, because if you can’t let go of what robbed you of hope, you are stuck in limbo and I spent many years hiding out there.
During those years, I was given what I call “a blinding glimpse of the obvious.” I was extremely active in a twelve-step organization that supports the families and friends of alcoholics. I received a call from a young woman who told me her husband was hooked on both alcohol and drugs. She said they had a baby daughter and that she had left him and returned home to another state to be with her parents to sort out her feelings. She had decided with the help of her in-laws to return and make an attempt to reconcile if he would agree to get help. She explained that he was currently living with another woman and her daughter and that it was very hard for her to accept that he would want to be with this person and her child instead of his own wife and daughter.
I told her that we would welcome her to our 12-step meetings and that I felt she would find them very helpful. Before we said good-bye, I said I will be praying for God’s will in your life.
She responded with confusion in her voice. She said, “Surely it is God’s will that my husband be with me and his daughter.”
I found myself saying, “Your husband has free will and God does not mess with free will.”
She did return to town and attended a few meetings and then I did not hear from her for a couple of months. One day, the phone rang and when I said, “Hello,” she identified herself and she said, “I wanted to call and thank you.”
This time, I was the one that was confused. I said, “We’ve missed you at the meetings. What are you thanking me for?”
She said, “I wanted you to know that what you said on the phone the first time I spoke to you about free will has freed me. My daughter and I will be leaving tomorrow and I will be filing for a divorce. My husband refuses to get help and leave the other woman. I need to get on with my life and make a life for our child.”
Hope does not exist in limbo but it flourishes in reality.
This is amazing Carol, thanks for the story
This moved me to remember the power of words when uttered with loving intentions and deep insight. Thank you Carol!
that most people are good people, doing small acts of kindness everyday that don’t get noticed, and that there’s still cake
Hope....such a powerful word. I actually gave my youngest daughter the middle name of Hope because we literally hoped and prayed her into this world. I remember when, unexpectedly pregnant with her at 39 years old....on my way to the hospital because I was developing complications...my then 9 year old older daughter ran to the car and put something in my hand that she had made in Sunday school. It was a little plastic word "hope" that she had painted in bright colors. I kept that next to me d...
Hope….such a powerful word. I actually gave my youngest daughter the middle name of Hope because we literally hoped and prayed her into this world. I remember when, unexpectedly pregnant with her at 39 years old….on my way to the hospital because I was developing complications…my then 9 year old older daughter ran to the car and put something in my hand that she had made in Sunday school. It was a little plastic word “hope” that she had painted in bright colors. I kept that next to me during my subsequent 2 months in the hospital and….22 years later it is still next to me on my nightstand. So this word holds so much meaning for me.
Today, what makes me hopeful is the assurance that I am not alone on my journey. I am hopeful that each day is a new beginning and, since I am still here, I am hopeful that growth is taking place…even when I can’t see or feel it. God is so not done with me yet!
Remembering my own life, which is a microcosm of macrocosim. I see how I am accompanied by Love and how I have come thru difficulties, not unscathed but still growing, learning and maturing.
That gives me hope for all.
That everyday, more and more people realize their innate kindness and demonstrate it, giving up on the grim anger cultures have foisted onto their countenances.
Every year the grass grows, no one has to teach it. The universe is a miracle and we are all divine. There are no mistakes. We can trust in life and become more divine. Spiritual laws are reliable and this gives me hope.
What makes me hopeful is when I see acts of kindness and compassion in my life and in the world. What makes me hopeful is when I see acts of courage to stand up for what is right and good. The recent speech by the mayor of New Orleans, the press conference by LeBron James, the poem Home by Warsan Sire all make me hopeful that our world is moving towards peace, love, community, and living as if we are One.
This helped me remember kindness at work in peoples’ indivisible acts, and was a much needed shift of perspective this morning. Thank you!
So often, the people on this site, including the Gratitude Lounge - as you share your wisdom, vulnerabilities, humor, hope, stories of bravery, struggles, hearts and souls. As well, the cycles of the natural world - the turning of the seasons, the pathways of sun and moon, all God's creatures in cycles of birthing and working to survive. People who work together toward the good. Advances in medicine - so creative and often under the radar to us, until we are the ones in need. And of course my f...
So often, the people on this site, including the Gratitude Lounge – as you share your wisdom, vulnerabilities, humor, hope, stories of bravery, struggles, hearts and souls. As well, the cycles of the natural world – the turning of the seasons, the pathways of sun and moon, all God’s creatures in cycles of birthing and working to survive. People who work together toward the good. Advances in medicine – so creative and often under the radar to us, until we are the ones in need. And of course my family.
Thank you for reminding me if this evidence of kindness at work in the world – it’s so helpful and nourished my hope this morning!
Deep breathing makes me hopeful. Dum spiro spero (while I breathe, I hope).
What makes me hopeful: seeing the responses to yesterday’s announcement regarding the Paris Agreement. Now I am actually more hopeful that the Paris pledges are going to be taken seriously, because there is even more urgency to keep this planet safe for this and future generations.
that good can overcome that which is hurtful, hateful, destructive.
What makes me hopeful this morning is the fact that I’m here, at this site, willing to work on an attitude of gratitude. Due to an injury I’ve been stuck on bed rest, and in a lot of pain….missing work, and by yesterday afternoon I was angry, helpless, and hopeless. Afraid of what the future holds. But my faith reminds me to turn that suffering into a prayer… And a client messaged me to check out this website. I’m grateful for her:)
Welcome, Kelly! Bed rest can be a great time to consider things you might otherwise not have time to consider.
Welcome, Kelly
I’m wishing you, too, a full and speedy recovery.
dawning of a new day on this wondrous earth we call home…because of my gratefulness, I am happy to be a tremendously small part of it with a very large impact
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