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    Hope | June 2019.

    A summer rain storm blew through last night. I worried that our almost blooming hydrangeas might be spoiled … but no … they’re hanging tough. I snapped the photo above just after my morning walk. Love that one open bloom, washed clean, and all the others, promising a real show. It seems a fitting illustration of where I am with Hope right now. Last week (when I had a few minutes to think about it ūüėČ ) I’d planned to write about Both-And Thinking. It’s a concept that I learned from Richard Rohr and became especially interested in when I listened to his interview with Krista Tippett on On Being¬†back…

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    Hope | May 2019.

    Like Juliann, the “last Tuesday” snuck up on me, too. So I saved this month’s update for today. and purposefully decided on just Three Things so I could join up with Carole and friends, too. Happy Thursday! First – this visual reminder of my word* in a place where I’ll see it every day … and especially as I journal about hope, gratitude (and life). I think it fits nicely with my word from 2015¬†(and the continued gift of a calendar with the little ones who prompted that choice). Second – two of the “knitting magazines” (Laine and Pom Pom) I follow online have both come out with issues that…

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    TGIF | Hello May.

    Hello friends … and Hello May! I so appreciated all the wonderful comments y’all shared on my last post. Thank you! I’m approaching this new month with a “saving my life” mindset and these TGIF posts are one of my favorite ways to frame a list. Three … days into MeMadeMay. I’ve been watching this parade of me-mades on Instagram for several years … and now that I have a few hand sewn items to mix in with the hand knits, I’m ready to play. My “rules” are really loose, but I’d like to wear something me-made for all 31 days and post a photo of my outfit on Instagram.…

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    Hope | April 2019.

    In spite of my very best efforts to let go of hopelessness, I’m not gonna lie, it continues to be a day-by-day thing. But most days, hope wins. The practices I’ve talked about (naming gratitudes, unplugged mornings, contemplation, stillness) are a big help. and this month, I found another one – and some new voices – that have combined to lighten my spirit. I like to think I’m strong enough to do the hard work to find hope in the dark places, but day in day out, it’s exhausting. Light helps. (so does sleep. and taking care of myself with good food and exercise. but I know I’m preaching to…

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    Hope | March 2019.

    For all its claim to be another long month (31! days), March seems to have slipped through my fingers. And I am grateful for my journaling practice and this space to remind me … no, it didn’t. On the pages of my journal, I found hope in fresh starts. strong women. crossing boundaries with an open heart. choices. love. stillness. energy. inspiration. dots connecting. seeing the sunrise on my morning walk. birdsong. Queer Eye. On Being. changing my mind. contemplative practices. Spring! meetings with my confirmand mentee about drafting ¬†her faith statement. In this space, I’ve shared bits and pieces of all that … plus those days when I found…

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    TGIF | Hello March.

    It felt good to flip the page on my calendar this morning to see which photo would grace my desk for the next 31 days. Nothing like two of my favorite guys in coordinating plaid to make me smile!¬†Also, a month that begins on a Friday, my favorite day of the week, just seems auspicious (never mind that February did, too!) Reflecting on the post I wrote for February’s Hope check-in, I realized I wanted something a little different for March. The actions I took in February were reactions … to discomfort, stress, everyday things. This month, I’m choosing a proactive approach – inspired by these words from Nelson Mandela…

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    Hope | February 2019.

    What a difference a month makes … five of the flower stalks have bloomed! Sadly, I had to cut back three of those stalks on Monday morning; I walked into my study and their spent blooms were resting on the credenza. But two stalks are still going strong and the last one is about an inch high. I just might get three hope posts from these bulbs! But in other ways,¬†February has been a challenging month for hope. Like showing up for a graduate-level course without any of the pre-requisites. I found courage in scripture For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for welfare…

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    Notes on Hope | Another Word.

    I am a big fan of the whole One Little Word idea. Mostly the One Word part of that. the words themselves are anything but Little. I did a lot of work toward the end of 2018 and knew that Hope was going to be my word for 2019. I shared some of that work with y’all on January 1 and felt really good about all of it. So I was completely taken aback when I went to church on that first Sunday of 2019 and learned that we were going to try something new. something called Star Words. During the service, the pastors passed baskets of stars*, each with…

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    Hope | January 2019.

    The amaryllis still haven’t bloomed, but they are growing like mad … especially on the days when the sun shines, even for just a few hours. Days like today. Some days there seems to be little reason for hope, in our families, cities, and world. Well, except for almost everything. ~ Anne Lamott, from Almost Everything – Notes on Hope Those words begin Lamott’s closing chapter (aptly titled “Hope”) and I find myself coming back to them again and again. My Friday morning group finished up Lamott’s book this past week. I read those words aloud and then we talked about places where we’d seen Reasons for Hope. One woman…

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    Notes on Hope | Yayoi Kusama.

    As part of this year’s journey with hope, I’m paying close attention to seeing and hearing the word “in the wild”. Yesterday’s event was full of it. and, perhaps surprisingly, so was the Infinity Mirrors exhibit we saw a few weeks back. Set apart from her mirror rooms, paintings and sculptures was a tiny space that looped a video interview. I sat through three viewings (also subtitles) before I grasped what Kusama shared about hope. I wish the video had been played while we were waiting on line to enter the exhibit. It changed the way I saw it. The effect of infinite, constant repetition leads us to finding our…