SmallTalk #15 - Hope.
because rebellions are built on hope.
Sometimes, when we need it most, there is a spark of hope on the horizon. It might come in the form of rain when the summers are hot and smoky from wildfires. It might be the relief of a friend showing up when we need them most. Hope can also be something we reach for when we fear that our options are limited.
This week we hope (😉) you’ll share with us a story or a comment about your feelings around hope. This might look like…
Finding a sense of purpose
Making meaning out of events
How you feel about hope or hopefulness
We’ll keep this open through Friday, March 14.
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Books give me hope. I finished reading Robin Wall Kimmerer's SERVICEBERRY this weekend and it makes me imagine the ways a gift economy can happen. And last month I wrote about a small book that offered me hope about changing my ways in turbulent times. https://jillswenson.substack.com/p/balm-in-a-book
I find hope in my garden that continues to grow and flourish. The crocus are blooming and now the daffodils are beginning to greet me with their sunny optimism. I find hope in the sprightly bounces of my dog who never tires of play and cuddles. I find hope in laughter. Laughing releases endorphins and strengthens bonds between all those who can share that laughter. I find hope in my beloved Syrian neighbor, he is but 32 years old and has spent almost half his life battling cancer and fleeing civil war and prejudice in Turkey. Now he’s here and he’s one of the kindest, most open minded and loving humans I know.