Sweet Defiant Hope

“how shall there be redemption and resurrection unless there has been a great sorrow? And isn’t struggle and rising the real work of our lives? Maybe in ten more years I will have another idea. Meanwhile I know this: evil is one part of our beautiful world. And though my writing pays it small attention, I am not blinkered; I, too, have been forced to stand close to it, and have felt the almost muscular agony of impotence before it, unable to interfere or assuage or do anything effective. Though I do—oh yes I do—believe the soul is improvable. Oh sweet and defiant hope!”― Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems

“Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.”― Maggie Smith, You Could Make This Place Beautiful

Sweet defiant hope.
Gritty tough joy.
Struggle and rising.
Scaffolding and anchors.
Good bones.
Redemption and resurrection.
Light breaking through, again and again.
Love, the question and the answer, the journey and the destination.
Our daily work…
To make this place beautiful.

“Stop calling your heart broken; your heart works just fine. If you are feeling–love, anger, gratitude, grief–it is because your heart is doing its work. Let it.”― Maggie Smith, Keep Moving: Notes on Loss, Creativity, and Change