“Hope is like a road in the country; there wasn’t ever a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.” Lin Yutang
Here in New England, we hope for spring’s arrival. We know it will come, yet when new corners of the house leak because the ice dam won’t give, and we didn’t pound the snow often enough to make getting to the compost easier, and the children are overly noisy because even they want to be out without fourteen layers of clothing on, and another dinner of hot soup just doesn’t seem appealing, we work hard to remember.
Here in New England, we hope for world peace. We worry about our world wide neighbors who don’t have enough silence, smiles and food, about the children down the road living in hotels because our state can’t seem to find them housing, about our government because most of our legislators seem to have forgotten they work for us and we’re too tired to remind them, we work hard to remember.
Here in New England, and elsewhere, we need to bring that soup to someone who needs it, write a letter to our legislators to remind them, and smile at everyone – and I mean everyone – you walk by.
Make the road. Walk the road. In its own way, spring and peace will come.
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