Mike in the West

Hoping, looking, maybe one day finding

Starting the blog over:
I’m not sure this is the right way to set up this blog but, here goes. After a couple of false starts, I’ll try to put my written thoughts here and see what happens. I’m thinking today about hope. I’m wondering if each of us has a bucket that we fill with hope and tap into during times when hope doesn’t seem in great supply, Maybe in that way hope is like rain, sometimes theres a lot of it and sometimes there isnt. Today my bucket is lost in my room somewhere so I can’t quite tell you if it is half full or half empty. But I am in search of it, hoping to find it hidden amongst the bins and boxes packed in anticipation of a move or a change.
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