Be grateful

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 Happie Bday Susan! <3 u

Tony's Chocolonely

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Dear Oskar:

I hope you:

taste new foods,

explore your world,

play improvisationally,

create art,

tell stories,

sing songs,

dance exhaustively,

make friends,

and rest peacefully

Happy bday. 

Family Traditions

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 Happy Father's Day

Live, Laugh, Love

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 Congrats Ade on graduating from UCLA

Congratulations

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 Happy Retirement Paloma!

Blessing of Hope

 (c) "hope" by transp is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

BLESSING OF HOPE

So may we know
the hope
that is not just
for someday
but for this day—
here, now,
in this moment
that opens to us:

hope not made
of wishes
but of substance,

hope made of sinew
and muscle
and bone,

hope that has breath
and a beating heart,

hope that will not
keep quiet
and be polite,

hope that knows
how to holler
when it is called for,

hope that knows
how to sing
when there seems
little cause,

hope that raises us
from the dead—

not someday
but this day,
every day,
again and
again and
again.

--Jan Richardson
from The Cure for Sorrow: A Book of Blessings for Times of Grief

 

Maybe faith, maybe hope

 

(c) Johan Neven

In the winter I am writing about, there was much darkness. Darkness of nature, darkness of event, darkness of the spirit. The sprawling darkness of not knowing.

 We speak of the light of reason. I would speak here of the darkness of the world, and the light of___. But I don’t know what to call it. Maybe hope. Maybe faith, but not a shaped faith—only, say, a gesture, or a continuum of gestures. But probably it is closer to hope, that is more active, and far messier than faith must be. Faith, as I imagine it, is tensile, and cool, and has no need of words. Hope, I know, is a fighter and a screamer.

 --Mary Oliver