I'm always amazed at how many people choose mountains and beaches. I'm attracted to open meadows or prairie streching to the horizon. When I go to Thailand it will be to the rice fields of Isan, not the beaches of Phuket or the mountains of Chiang Mai (both are beautiful).
But daily life? Maybe living in a cottage in the Cotswolds visiting my neighbors for a cuppa tea. But Lagos in Portugal, Lillehammer in Norway or Novi Pazar in Serbia might do just fine.
Nursing is very hard work and I admire anyone who can do it. My mother was a nurse and loved it when she was assigned to work with pedriatic patients in the hospital she worked at (they were too small a hospital to have a NICU).
Anyway, this is a beautiful and moving blog post. You clearly love the work you do and are quite good at it. Thank you for sharing.
Prompt: “In February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret.”
— Patience Strong
Write about hope and/or regret.
My Hope Shakes
i cry out
because there is no hope
there is a
s h a k e s.
E. Dickinson says " Hope is a thing with feathers." Her poem is more hopeful than mine. I wrote this poem so many years ago and I find it is still true. Hope is a sneaky emotion that can wrap you up and lift you. It can encourage you to believe in wonderous possibilities. But to have hope crushed by circumstances, other people and your own expectations is where bitterness can grow. Life really is a tightrope at times.