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Is humanity losing hope?

hopeWe’ve all been there. Hit the bottom of the barrel, feeling like the whole world is conspiring against you and not knowing where to turn.

But, something gnaws away at us, makes us re-evaluate situations, look at things from different perspectives and suddenly we find ourselves slowly, but surely climbing (clinging on for all our worth) back up from the depths of despair.

And that something?

Hope.

Sitting listening to the sermon in church this morning, something the Bishop said made me think.  He said that right now, here, in the 21st century people were losing (or had lost) hope.

And that got me thinking.

Really?

Have you lost hope?

I know I haven’t. I still have hopes and dreams unfulfilled – and I have that little spark inside me that makes me believe that anything in this life is possible.

Although on a bigger scale it does, at times, feel that the world is in need of a miracle.  Everywhere you look there seems to be nothing but despair, death and destruction.

So what do we do?

Do we simply think it’s not my problem and turn a blind eye? Try to help everyone, but end up helping no one and having the tables turned on us so we’re the bad guys? Think that whatever you try to do won’t make a difference so you don’t even bother trying?

Or have we, as the Bishop said simply just lost hope and faith in humanity?

Surely, that would be the worst thing we could possibly do. If we don’t have hope, we have no way of making the world a better place for our children and future generations.

There’s a beautiful poem by Emily Dickinson – which was one of my Friday poems a few years ago.  It is called “Hope is the thing with feathers” and it tells us that however bad things get, hope is always there for us. Enjoy 😉

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

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Love Is … Like a Jigsaw

You know, you search for ages for the right piece to fit.jigsaw

You try lots of different pieces that look like possibilities.

Sometimes, there’s even one piece you may be convinced is the right one, but whichever way you try it just doesn’t fit, but still you hold it in your hand, reluctant to let it go.

Just in case.

Then, suddenly, without even looking for it, you find the piece you have been searching for.

Like a glistening jewel catching a ray of sun as it hides beneath another piece or two.

You pick it up, and instinctively feel that it is the right piece.

You don’t know why, you haven’t even tried putting the piece in the jigsaw yet.

And what about the piece you are still holding?

You carefully put that piece in a safe place, just in case.

Then you take the piece you feel is right and start to move towards fitting the jigsaw pieces together.

Generally, putting the piece in the jigsaw is an easy task, and then you can get on with creating the rest of the jigsaw.

But , sometimes, you let go and the perfect piece falls from your hand.

Do you try to catch it, or do you just let it fall?

 

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I’ve Done It!

I am a recovering ‘biscuit-a-holic’.Biscuits

It’s been a whole year since my last biscuit.

They were my bete noir, my one temptation, my big bulimic tendency – whenever I felt a bit down, I would reach out for the biscuits and would quite happily munch through near-on a whole packet with a cup of tea.

But no more.

I gave them up for Lent in 2011 and found that pretty easy. So last December – after having one too many – I decided to give them up completely.

Again the stopping was very easy, and then from not having eaten them, my sense of smell underwent a drastic detox.

No longer when I opened the biscuit tin (SC is partial to a Malted Milk) did I smell delicious biscuit smells.

Oh no!

All I could smell when I opened the biscuit tin was the processed fats and sugars.

It took 10 days for the nice smell to go, and gradually over the course of a month the sense of the vile processed smell increased.

And now, a year on, the vile processed smell is still there. It is quite repulsive, and makes me glad I don’t indulge any more.

I can honestly say, that I do not feel the need to have a biscuit and even when I have made them at home with SC I do not feel the urge to eat one.

Biscuit addiction – cured 😉

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