Robin singing in the hawthorn tree
A timely reminder for me.
That this day is full of hope.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
It was a difficult week this week, and for a while there I was at a bit of a low ebb. Funny what can and does knock us of our course and it is hope that pulls me through.
A few years ago when we were having some colossal woes at a school I was working in, a senior leader proposed that hope was what would steer us forward. Someone questioned this was a valid foundation for any future to be built on and I felt like saying loudly with all my head and heart that sometimes hope is all we have.
The Hope and Anchor is the pub in the village where Dad lives, and it was where we had our wedding reception, and I think that hope was one of the things that my parents taught me to value. Faith Hope and Love.
The images were taken today in Port Carlisle, where Dad lives.
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A wonderfully pertinent name for an establishment. The great mix that carries a solid truth. “Our hope is an anchor in a time of storm,” is truth, depending upon that in which we set our anchor. Much peace and hope your way!
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