Stream of consciousness in the rain …
That’s cause for hope, chirrun, cause for hope.
And as Harvey Milk said, “Hope will never be silent.”
My heart agrees with Storm Jameson … “Hope is a talent like any other.” So it can be nurtured, grown, exercised, and utilized. That’s good to know.
Anne Frank, not shockingly, is my spirit animal … “In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart.” We PollyAnnes always believe things are somehow going to work out … and somehow they nearly always do. You know … one way or another.
So on sneaky cold days when the cloud cover never breaks, hope is the thing you want — it’s a gracious friend and will save you from your own miserable, overthought, overwrought, miniscule world if you let it. And why not?
Hope is good.
That’s a definite.