When Hope Diminishes

brown tea

When the writer and neurologist Oliver Sacks learned his death was certain, he wrote that he was going to stop reading the daily news.

Reading and listening to the news each morning is a long-held routine, yet I think it has the effect of fraying my nerves.

I start with page one of the Times, where stories report on shootings, bombings, deaths and immoral politicians.

My hope diminishes.Better, perhaps, to begin the day mindfully. And mindful of hope that looms in between the headlines and editorials.

Sort of like the 30 poems in 30 days challenge which prompts you to think about something–your feelings, the surrounding skies–and write uncritically a few lines of poetry.

I’m looking for Zen inspiration.

Zenspiration.

Ah: I see my teacup.

I shall try that practice for 30 days.

Poem 4

Cup of Tea

I begin each day

With a cup of tea.

Don’t talk to me

Until I have my cup of tea.

If you know what’s good for you.

[Uncredited image from pinterest #351210470917786456]

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About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. She is enrolled with the Osage tribe.
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One Response to When Hope Diminishes

  1. Russ L says:

    WRITE ON! (Pun intended 🙂 )

    Like

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