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This is my contribution to “a suitcase for hope”. It is the inside of the lid of a camphor wood-lined travelling trunk whose scented wood would keep clothes safe from moths.

I do not know if the picture is of the owner of the trunk or is merely for decoration (note the raven). I like to think that the trunk may have contained the start of a new life somewhere for someone.

 

Traveller

Carl Sagan was a strong proponent of the Fermi paradox,

a theory suggesting that technological civilizations

tend to destroy themselves rather quickly

upon reaching a certain level of sophistication.

The defining ‘advancement’ so the story goes

is the splitting of the atom.

This brings us to headline news

from the great ‘Down Under’….

The discovery of a slimy green organism

thriving splendidly within the radioactive hot springs

of the North Flinders Ranges at Arkaroola.

 

Imagine the possibilities of a wholly new

evolutionary line springing forth from this source,

not only radiation resistant,

but also capable of photosynthesis,

therefore self-sustaining.

 

The appearance of ‘Little Green Men’

may not be so alien after all.

~Pollygraph

It was January 6, 2004 and after 10 years of pain and having just birthed my second child, I was ready to claim my strength. I understood from my studies over the past several years that our thoughts and what we focus on creates our reality.

So, on this wintry afternoon in my quiet living room, I stood with conviction and claimed this year my year of strength. That same afternoon, I took my children for a walk at the park and my body responded harshly. My body was my barometer; I knew it was telling me a shift was happening. Two days later, I received the phone call from Detective Newsome with news that they had, after 14 years, positively identified my rapist.

This was the ending and another beginning — a beginning I had strongly intended for myself just 2 days earlier. This strong intention set in motion a series of events that I never could have predicted, but which touched me in many healing ways and today, I stand in strength knowing the truth of who I am, knowing with conviction the gifts I have to give, knowing the power I have to create what I desire.

In gratitude for this gift and as a statement for the courts, I wrote the following. Click here to read more.

Anne

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Jungle fever
Dulls the brain
Weakened by exhaustion
I lie, wracked
Pale, emaciated
Red blood cells infected
By the protozoans of
dappled winged parasites.

Blood-letting
Medieval catch all mercury
swallowed
Leeching, purging
The horrid malevolent spirit remains
Resistant
against
The blood-sucking parasite

Dressed in Cinchona’s laurel like leaves
Wearing a crimson gown
The fairest of Peruvian hand maidens
Harvests the Jesuit bark
Methodically grinding seeds
Into a bitter, colourless, amorphous powder
Amounting to the weight
Of two small silver coins

The fine bitter tasting
Popish powder
A powerful antipyretic
Given as a beverage
Mixed with lemon and lime
Soothes the blood-sucking parasite
And words flow
seamlessly

In Melbourne as in Lima

Heather Blakey

thechildren1.jpg

The children are our greatest hope.

Gailkav

“He who has health has hope and he who has hope has everything”.

Traveller

Hope may be a thing with feathers, but in this case, hope has wings.

hand fly

Quinn

Suitcases of Hope

This week, Lori had the opportunity to attend a lecture given by Nobel Laureate and Holocaust-survivor, Elie Wiesel.  Prof. Wiesel spoke at length on the nature of hope and despair, cautioning us not to despair when we look at evil and indifference in the world.   He stated that even our creative endeavors must be “with a purpose that appeals to hope.”    

Do you agree with this statement?  If so, how do your creative works, whether written or visual, inspire hope?   

Pack a suitcase to bring to the Blue Stockings meeting. Fill it with pieces that inspire hope and then share something from your suitcase at the meeting.

Or if you have a story, photograph, piece of art, or a poem that you believe inspires hope, please feel free to post it   (using the category  “BS 02.02.07″)

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