Hope

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May 11, 2020

When Barack Obama was running for President in 2008, I always thought the Hope and Change thing was pretty weak. To me, hope is what you have when you don’t have a plan.

Emily Dickinson says “Hope is the thing with feathers.”  Which I think means hope helps us to fly, or escape.  Only I feel I need a bit more to fly.

Long ago in Atlanta, Georgia, I worked with an elfin theatre director, name of John Stephens, Irish, who would say with a glint in his eye, “I felt so much better once I gave up hope.”  Then he’d laugh.  Not a wry, ironic, or sardonic laugh, though, a real big-smile, belly laugh. 

I didn’t get it then, but I get it now. How liberating it could be to give up hope.  Just a thought. One that makes me smile a bit.  Giving up hope could be the first step towards…a plan. Now we’re talking.


©2021 Joy Cunningham

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