By ALICIA WOODWARD, guest columnist
Like a tired child, America is having a meltdown. Overwhelmed by the pandemic, wildfires, hurricanes, injustice, unemployment, violence and division, she sobs breathlessly, too distraught to make any sense at all.
She needs an adult, someone like you, to pick her up and soothe her with a lullaby of hope.
Speaking of hope in times like these may seem excessively optimistic and naive, but Eleanor Roosevelt said, “It is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.”
Where can we find hope enough to calm ourselves, let alone ease others?
First, we can find hope in our country’s history. America has pulled through many times of darkness. In his book, “The Soul of America,” author Jon Meacham reminds us that periods of public dispiritedness are not new and offers reassurance that they are survivable. Through slavery, war, inequality, depression and disaster, our nation has marched steadily forward to a hopeful chorus touched by what Abraham Lincoln called “the better angels of our nature.”
Secondly, we can find hope in our country’s citizens. Mr. Rogers often told the story about being a young boy who was frightened by things he saw in the news. Fred’s mom told him: “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.”
It’s as true today as it was then. Each and every day there are good people working for the wellbeing of others, and good people always bring out the good in people.
Finally, we can find hope in ourselves. Emily Dickinson wrote, “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” The famous poem honors the individual’s capacity for hope. Think of all the times you mustered hope to get through a difficult challenge. Facing our personal trials and tribulations with a spirit of sanguinity offers inspiration to those around us.
With everything that’s going on right now, we may want to throw ourselves on the floor in an all-out temper tantrum fueled by fear, anxiety or anger. But we are adults, and children are watching. We must choose to face our struggles head-on while humming a song of hope.
As Helen Keller said, “Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible.”
Alicia Woodward and her husband are empty-nesters who live on Sweetwater Lake in Brown County. She taught middle school literature and language arts for more than 25 years and writes a weekly blog, The Simple Swan, inspired by the wisdom, beauty and simplicity of nature. Subscribe at thesimpleswan.com. She can be reached at [email protected].
