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I can, with one eye squinted, take it all as a blessing. - Flannery O'Connor

 

November 2, 2020

 
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Hope is not usually cute. Can we just get that out of the way? It's not neat and tidy, not always easy or practical, and it's hardly ever something that shows up on schedule. And yet, hope is the thing I hold tightest to in this life, the thing I turn to when I'm underwater and overwhelmed, frustrated, angry, and sad, and I do that because hope doesn't ask me to just believe everything will be okay because that's a prettier way to live. Hope invites me to step up and out and do the thing that will make that possible. Hope, essentially, is a verb, one that acknowledges everything contrary, but still gets to work holding on to the belief that things can be better - that we can be better. 

 

The last newsletter I sent was in February. FEBRUARY. That feels like a decade ago, and yesterday simultaneously, and maybe that's because everything and nothing has happened in-between. It doesn't make sense, and yet, I know you now. I was getting ready to launch a dream I'd been working on for three years (yes, three years, and yes, my friends who've heard me talk about it that long are saints), and I was so full of hope. Less than a month after I hit send on those words, I was in the hospital battling a terrible internal infection while the whole country, and soon the world, was shutting down as the pandemic spread. We've been facing multiple pandemics since then, we're fragmented, tired, torn. It's a lot. It's a lot, and we don't have to pretend it isn't. 

 

Let me not mince words here - it was hard to hold hope this year, and often, I didn't, but I've got it right now, and I work to keep it close, to offer it to others, to trust they'll do the same when I need it again. Since the early part of this year, I've been making calls each week to members of my community, those who live alone, or need a little extra support, and one of those calls is to my now friend who likes me to read him the news. We've agreed on just a few articles a call, it's all my heart can take, and when we talk about them, his years of life offering a new perspective to what we learn, and my stubborn hope usually pulling us back from the grumps of how gutted we feel about so much of it (we definitely don't agree on everything, and yet we still feel the weariness of the world). Last week I hit my limit before he even picked up, and I said to him, I can't do it, can't hear, read, or see anymore, I just want to skip over it all. He said, “trying to jump over the broken steps breaks your shins on the stairs.” Oof. He told me his dad used to say it to him when he was little, first as a literal warning to “slow his butt [my edit] down on the stairs” and then any time he was rushing through or over something, though he didn't really understand the bigger meaning until his dad said it to him when he was struggling as an adult. Hope doesn't need me to be blind to the world, it needs me to be here, seeing, hearing, helping, not reading every news article, of course, but attending to my neighbors and fixing the broken steps, not merely jumping over and hoping I'll clear the stairs. Someone else will always be on the steps behind me, and hope is what helps me fix the boards so they don't have to worry about falling. 

 

I don't know what this week will bring, and it feels like such a strange time to be offering something new into the world (we'll get to that in a minute), and yet, what better time do we have to carry hope than when we know there will be work to do? 

 

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If you've been around for a little while, you might remember by Extravagant Hope digital series, a monthly collection of paper printables and a letter from me that I offered in my shop each month. That collection is still one of my most beloved offerings, the one people still buy and ask about, and the one that I always dreamed of doing more with, but well, life is life, and my head and heart move steady, but slow. This year, in the thick of the tumult, it was clear there was no better time to welcome that stubborn, messy, hard won hope back into the world, but this time, I wanted to it be a little different, and to deliver right to your mailbox. I wanted to be able to find a way to take what I share on Instagram, what I add to these newsletters, and what I'd offer you if we met up in a coffee shop one day, and fill an envelope that might show up at your door just when you need it. I wanted to put hope in your hands.

 

While the monthly Extravagant Hope mailing will release in 2021, I also know that we need hope now more than ever, so when another request for a custom peptalk came in, I decided to take a little leap and doing something a bit more personal for this mailing, a way to carve out light in the darkness and say: hope begins here - with you, with me.

 

So, I did what I’ve been doing for the new project, I gathered books I love - novels, and poems, and essays, I poured through my commonplace books and took away treasures,  drew and designed new pieces, ones you can keep, and ones you can share, pulled down my box of vintage stamps to make sharing even easier (and cuter), made things to stick and things to send, created a mix tape playlist, wrote you a letter for now, and notes for later, and more. This mailing will have something extra though, something just for you, in the form of a custom peptalk, the perfect piece of this hope we can carry as we claw our way to the finish line of 2020. Similar to the pocket peptalks I share and sell, but this time written just for you, and given to you in both physical and digital forms in case you realize you're not the only one who needs those words. 

 

I’m opening up a limited number of spots for this special Hope Begins Here December mailing since it will be a bit different from what’s coming next year because of the custom piece, but I am so, so excited about it. I’ve been spending time wrestling really extravagant hope out of the dark, and I can’t wait to share it with you. Though I've got a few tiny sneaks of things in photos, I don’t want to give it all away, because in a life that so often surprises us in ways we’d never have chosen, I want to offer the gift of being surprised by goodness.

 

You can grab one for you, or a friend (or both of you) in the shop now!

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“There's only one catch. Like any other gift, the gift of grace can only be yours if you reach out and take it. Maybe being able to reach out and take it is a gift, too.”

Frederick Buechner

 
 
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The printable this month includes four small prints, all carrying a theme of hope and heart, with a nod to being here, and present, no matter how hard the days may seem. I've placed them on one easy to print sheet, so you can print, cut, and share them without hesitation. I am already planning to send a few notes with these to friends this week - it's the holding on, side by side, that will get us through.

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  • May Sarton's Letters
    • I love reading other people's letters - maybe it's the eavesdropper in me, but I think it's also that people write the loveliest, hardest, most honest things when they aren't editing them for an audience of thousands, but instead for a one person, whether friend or foe. Sarton communicated with friends like Madeleine L'Engle, and Virginia Woolf, and wrote thoughtfully about life as a writer, but really even more so, as a human in this beautiful, heartbreaking world. I love this line from a letter to L'Engle:
      • “Be of good hope. Try to think in terms of the ‘long run’ and store up your honey like the bees.”
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  • Music:
    • Hannah Glover - So Far, So Long
    • Aretha Franklin - Let it Be
  • Podcasts:
    • On Being - Yep, forever and always. My most recommended podcast to others, but right now, this is the content we NEED, so I am still listening on repeat.
    • Poetry Unbound - still? still. It's too good not to, and this new season is more lovely than I could have expected.
    • Crafty Ass Female - Kristin and Amanda never disappoint, it's always a joy to listen and talk to them.
    • The Scrappy Sisters - love cheering on friends doing exciting new projects, and these ladies are so much fun!
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  • Enola Holmes (many, many times)
  • Great British Bake Off (new season and reruns)
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What I wish for you this week: 

The space to hurt and hope, and the grace to allow yourself and others to do both as needed. In a week that will challenge our hearts as well as our heads, may we be good to each other, walk, sit, wait, and worry side by side, knowing that there is not only room for us to be here, now, but to grow, to get better, and do better. I wish you small comforts, unexpected joy, and a willingness to offer the same to others. Most of all, I wish you patience, and peace, even if both come first through gritted teeth.

 
 

Wishing you nothing less than extravagant hope

 
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