Day 2
Spring seems to have finally arrived here in the Pacific Northwest, and the trail is calling.
Fishnets being prepped for the season |
Flicker in net yard |
Stories and Art
My masters thesis in the bad old days, long, long ago was actually on hope. My thesis advisor and head of the Occupational Therapy Dept. at USC was a crusty old Irish dame named Mary Reilly. She made it clear that what I was to focus on was ‘lowly old hope’ – the kind that gets you from one day to the next, and not on ‘self actualization’ or the like, one of those buzzwords for the latest self-help or self improvement fad that came out of the 70’s. My task was to suss out what keeps people going in spite of the worst possible circumstances like a devastating stroke or spinal cord injury that leaves you paralyzed. Continue reading “Hope: how do we do it?”