A good friend of mine starts each day by counting her blessings. She finds lot to be thankful for, of course, so she effectively launches herself into positive territory. And thus, no matter how the day goes, she gives herself the edge.
I, on the other hand, woke up yesterday morning on the wrong side of positive and stayed there most of the day. Yes, I know, that’s pretty ironic considering Finding Hope Ness is supposed to be about realizing the promise every moment offers, and living with hope. For, as you may have gathered by now, Hope Ness is more than a place; it’s a state of mind, or rather, a state of being.
This blog is called “Finding Hope Ness” for a reason, though. My friend is already there; in a way she’s an embodiment of it. She fit right in as soon as she arrived here years ago: the birds knew her, the trees knew her; my goodness, even the bear she heard “huffing” not very far away as she picked wild raspberries one day, probably knew her. Continue reading
Life in Hope Ness is not all “sweetness and light,” especially in winter, the way we get it here sometime in this part of Canada: from sub-zero, Arctic-air-mass cold for days on end, followed by a day or two of winds from the south bringing a sudden thaw, and rain, like today. It’s not pretty.
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