I love hearing you talk with us. It somehow allows me to imagine sitting near a campfire with you, the peepers are singing, not much else is making sound. You’ll be smoking and I will be wishing I still did.
And yes, I’ll be writing about what brings me hope.
I can’t wait!! Subscribers, you can send attachments by replying to the email you received; if you’re not subscribed yet, send me a direct message and I’ll send you a link to upload.
Coincidence, my boss told me a little anecdote this morning of how someone misspoke and said "hope morning" instead of "good morning". I thought that was nice, some mornings aren't good mornings, and on those mornings I need a little bit of hope. I might start using that.
I read your article on Apple News (SF Chronicle) about CG in rural Michigan. Single best human interest story I’ve read in a long, long time. You have become one of my favorite voices on Substack overnight.
Hope, for me, is the first deep breath of the day. The inhale, exhale, leading to the coffee pot, then the dog leash, the walk outside where Winston and I say hi to those on the wooded trail nearby. It’s been a summer of heavy rain, high winds, fallen trees. It’s been a year of too much illness and injury, but hope is my footstep along the path, one stronger every day despite the rain, the wind, the precarious sway of trees bent by time and nature.
I did write something to you on this topic but not sure if you received it. I sent it to the email address through which we receive your newsletters.
Today of all days, on 9/11, hope should be the foremost sentiment, along with solidarity for peace. I hope for no more international or domestic terrorist attacks. I hope for an end to fundamentalist viewpoints that leave no room for recognizing that all people share the same humanity.
You are hope!
You are!!! Hey everyone, this is my mama, the Infamous Dr H. ♥️
I understand the assignment.
Dang I love having you in this conversation ☺️🙏🏻
Double dang I love being in conversation with you!
I love hearing you talk with us. It somehow allows me to imagine sitting near a campfire with you, the peepers are singing, not much else is making sound. You’ll be smoking and I will be wishing I still did.
And yes, I’ll be writing about what brings me hope.
Ps.. where should we send it?
I can’t wait!! Subscribers, you can send attachments by replying to the email you received; if you’re not subscribed yet, send me a direct message and I’ll send you a link to upload.
Coincidence, my boss told me a little anecdote this morning of how someone misspoke and said "hope morning" instead of "good morning". I thought that was nice, some mornings aren't good mornings, and on those mornings I need a little bit of hope. I might start using that.
Oh, I like that!! Great reminder as I start my day. ☺️
I read your article on Apple News (SF Chronicle) about CG in rural Michigan. Single best human interest story I’ve read in a long, long time. You have become one of my favorite voices on Substack overnight.
Thank you so much, I am honored to hear it and thrilled to have you here. 🙏🏻
Gah! That picture.
What a human. You know? You can see it right there.
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Hope, for me, is the first deep breath of the day. The inhale, exhale, leading to the coffee pot, then the dog leash, the walk outside where Winston and I say hi to those on the wooded trail nearby. It’s been a summer of heavy rain, high winds, fallen trees. It’s been a year of too much illness and injury, but hope is my footstep along the path, one stronger every day despite the rain, the wind, the precarious sway of trees bent by time and nature.
Thank you for this beautiful micro dose of hope ☺️
I did write something to you on this topic but not sure if you received it. I sent it to the email address through which we receive your newsletters.
Today of all days, on 9/11, hope should be the foremost sentiment, along with solidarity for peace. I hope for no more international or domestic terrorist attacks. I hope for an end to fundamentalist viewpoints that leave no room for recognizing that all people share the same humanity.
I would love nothing more than a report from the places you go to find peace, my dear ♥️