Random thoughts on H words today. I’ve been doom-scrolling entirely too much.


H is for Hydrate, Help, and Hope
Hydrate! Don’t underestimate the need for water. Headache, fatigue, and fuzzy thinking are symptoms of dehydration. We don’t have time for that. Drink water first, not sugary sodas, caffeinated beverages, or alcohol. If you are planning a long day on the picket line or if you intend to sit at your representative’s office until they see you, take water. If you are traveling, water should be in your carry-on. DO Not drink airplane water. Do Not accept water from strangers. Unless the glass is at least half-filled with scotch—single malt, not a blend or a cheap imitation. Seriously, this is an entirely different post for another, happier day.
Help in any way you can. Not just in the political arena, but in everyday life. Reach out your hand to anyone who needs your assistance. Whether it’s someone trying to figure out the card reader at the store or a neighbor who needs a shoulder. No matter what their politics. Kindness is never wasted. In a world filled with hateful people, be kind.
Hope! Keep Hope alive—and that’s a hard proposition these days. I do still have hope that this ridiculous page in American history will be over soon, leaving us stronger, more united, and more focused about what the United States stands for.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
By Emily Dickinson
“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.
How are you staying Hopeful in these times? I need some positive vibes today!
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Emily Dickinson’s poem has been on my mind recently, too.
It’s gotten too easy to doom scroll lately. I stay hopeful by spending time with friends, art, reading books, and remembering what matters. Like the Dickinson poem – there are little hints and reminders of joy scattered through our lives and landscape. I just try and remember to look for them.