Ugly events happen in dark hours. Horrifying images assault my senses and threaten to overwhelm my mind. Disgust churns in my stomach, and I feel the blackness consuming me. Hope flees, depression rises, and I fear the future of humankind. Sleep is a hard-won escape.
Contrast rises with the sun, revealing a magical quality to early Sunday mornings. Bright red cardinals compete for fat sunflower seeds. Red-winged blackbirds, chickadees, goldfinches, and a downy woodpecker flit between the feeder and the evergreens. Squirrels chase each other through the yard, oblivious to the hawk floating in lazy circles in the crystal blue sky. It may not be Walden, but it is my slice of nature carved from a suburban landscape.
A gentle mist rises in the chill air as the sun promises hope. A deep breath, a hot cup of coffee, and a soft breeze eases worry and clears the mind. The early morning brims with promise, and my words begin to flow.
How do you find hope?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
MAGIC WORDS JO, FOR YEARS MANY OF THE WORLDS WOODLANDS HAVE BEEN LOST TO MAN’S GREED, GREAT POST, CHINA
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Glad you find a connection with the words, China. 👍
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Thank you for sharing. 💕
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Much like you, Jo. The early morning through my window is the closest I get to paradise at the moment…
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I will take what I can get. 😎
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and we are eternally grateful for any of it!
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It’s an especially good day to be reading about wonder–and hope–in nature. The part of it you get to enjoy sounds splendid. Sometimes I take a drive to nowhere in particular. I live in a small town around which are, though they’re diminishing, farms and woodland. I have a book on disc and take my time.
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A drive though the countryside on a beautiful sunny day sounds like a wonderful excursion. I hope you enjoy your day.
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