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December 16, 2024
Beautiful! I’m an admirer of Christina Mittermeier and participated in the fundraising for this book months ago, and honestly forgot about it in the meantime. What a pleasant surprise to open a package I wasn’t expecting and find this gorgeous book! I immediately sat down to admire every page and was not disappointed.
The book is fantastic. Well made with thick, high quality pages of breathtaking pictures. The words of hope are exactly what I needed in these times that have had me feeling less than hopeful. I will treasure it for years to come.
The book is fantastic. Well made with thick, high quality pages of breathtaking pictures. The words of hope are exactly what I needed in these times that have had me feeling less than hopeful. I will treasure it for years to come.
January 25, 2025
Understanding will come when we can sense the ancient rhythms of Earth and sea that have sculpted the continents, and produced the rock and sand on which we stand. Understanding will come when we can see with our eyes and listen with our hearts the surge of life beating at its shores - clawing blindly and always pressing for a new foothold.
I spent January 20, 2025 with this book, a mindful practice of looking at each picture and reading each caption and looking more, and reading the author’s words, and then looking again. Some photos were similar to ones I have seen as a follower on Instagram, but there were new ones that were so glowing and expansive and meaningful and moving. I wholeheartedly recommend this book for your collection, or gifting to others, if you can.
My tiny claim to fame is that I helped crowdfund the book, so my name is in it, and I loved seeing it amongst the sea of other names who believe so deeply in this artist, and the planet we live on, and wanted to help her make the book she always wanted to, that perhaps the mainstream publishers wouldn’t let her unless it was splashy and adventurous that would sell. She does that too, this shero of mine, sailing on their own vessel to places to document climate change in the most beautiful way. But this was her book of Hope, and it helped sustain me on a dark day.
HOPE is an ethereal thing that takes many forms:
an open door, an unturned page, a map to somebody else's world, a harvest, a newborn, a long-lost key that returns to its owner.
HOPE isn't something that happens by chance.
It's like a carefully crafted recipe that calls for a clear vision of a brighter future, the drive to learn and take necessary action, and a continuous exploration of various routes to reach your objectives.
It is our similarities, our shared capacity for love, empathy, and resilience, that unite us. To me, the beauty of humankind lies in the myriad ways of being we have developed. There is no single right way of being human or of experiencing our shared humanity. This diversity of being is what I find fascinating because it is what we most need in order to save our planet.
The realization that there is more than one valid way of seeing, being, and understanding the world fills me with hope, as it reminds me that somewhere in the vast universe of our diverse ideas, perspectives, memories, and aspirations lies our best chance for finding innovative solutions to our most pressing challenges.
I have read a lot of essays talking about hope, optimism, dreams, aspirations, faith, belief, longing, yearning, wishing, and even praying and how each writer falls on a continuum between “blind hope,” the kind that is based on fantasy, like I have a blind hope that climate change isn’t real to activism with the goal of a better world. I love language, and I feel like a lot of it is reaction to angry people ridiculing hope as powerless; I think hope means different things to all of us, especially culturally and linguistically. AI per Google defined hope as a feeling, just as love is often defined as a feeling, and of course they are feelings, but they are also verbs. It is holding the paradox of life, the same thing being true even if they seem opposite. There is hope in my heart vs I hope for the future, and it is beautiful, it is part of what makes us human, part of the glorious mystery of our brain that led to evolution, that led to us being us.
I think activists like Ayana Elizabeth Johnson with her new book, What if We Get it Right?, are on the right track to try to change the narrative. The narrative we/they have tried is not working. Asking people to think of the air they breathe and water they drink doesn’t seem to work. Asking them to think of the air and water for their children doesn’t’ seem to work. Nor their grandchildren. I think this also may show the psychological work may not be accurate since people will not tell the truth since they want to be thought highly of or liked. Brilliant minds have to work on something that will matter, and I honestly don’t know what. We will get there, I know we will, though, and we might just have to hit a deeper rock bottom to climb back up.
Photos by me, in the spirit of where I find hope, from the simplicity of home to the grandeur of national parks and public lands:
Home, winter storm
Denver park, cherry blossoms
Canyonlands National Park, Utah
Snow at Great Sand Dunes National Park, Colorado
I spent January 20, 2025 with this book, a mindful practice of looking at each picture and reading each caption and looking more, and reading the author’s words, and then looking again. Some photos were similar to ones I have seen as a follower on Instagram, but there were new ones that were so glowing and expansive and meaningful and moving. I wholeheartedly recommend this book for your collection, or gifting to others, if you can.
My tiny claim to fame is that I helped crowdfund the book, so my name is in it, and I loved seeing it amongst the sea of other names who believe so deeply in this artist, and the planet we live on, and wanted to help her make the book she always wanted to, that perhaps the mainstream publishers wouldn’t let her unless it was splashy and adventurous that would sell. She does that too, this shero of mine, sailing on their own vessel to places to document climate change in the most beautiful way. But this was her book of Hope, and it helped sustain me on a dark day.
HOPE is an ethereal thing that takes many forms:
an open door, an unturned page, a map to somebody else's world, a harvest, a newborn, a long-lost key that returns to its owner.
HOPE isn't something that happens by chance.
It's like a carefully crafted recipe that calls for a clear vision of a brighter future, the drive to learn and take necessary action, and a continuous exploration of various routes to reach your objectives.
It is our similarities, our shared capacity for love, empathy, and resilience, that unite us. To me, the beauty of humankind lies in the myriad ways of being we have developed. There is no single right way of being human or of experiencing our shared humanity. This diversity of being is what I find fascinating because it is what we most need in order to save our planet.
The realization that there is more than one valid way of seeing, being, and understanding the world fills me with hope, as it reminds me that somewhere in the vast universe of our diverse ideas, perspectives, memories, and aspirations lies our best chance for finding innovative solutions to our most pressing challenges.
I have read a lot of essays talking about hope, optimism, dreams, aspirations, faith, belief, longing, yearning, wishing, and even praying and how each writer falls on a continuum between “blind hope,” the kind that is based on fantasy, like I have a blind hope that climate change isn’t real to activism with the goal of a better world. I love language, and I feel like a lot of it is reaction to angry people ridiculing hope as powerless; I think hope means different things to all of us, especially culturally and linguistically. AI per Google defined hope as a feeling, just as love is often defined as a feeling, and of course they are feelings, but they are also verbs. It is holding the paradox of life, the same thing being true even if they seem opposite. There is hope in my heart vs I hope for the future, and it is beautiful, it is part of what makes us human, part of the glorious mystery of our brain that led to evolution, that led to us being us.
I think activists like Ayana Elizabeth Johnson with her new book, What if We Get it Right?, are on the right track to try to change the narrative. The narrative we/they have tried is not working. Asking people to think of the air they breathe and water they drink doesn’t seem to work. Asking them to think of the air and water for their children doesn’t’ seem to work. Nor their grandchildren. I think this also may show the psychological work may not be accurate since people will not tell the truth since they want to be thought highly of or liked. Brilliant minds have to work on something that will matter, and I honestly don’t know what. We will get there, I know we will, though, and we might just have to hit a deeper rock bottom to climb back up.
Photos by me, in the spirit of where I find hope, from the simplicity of home to the grandeur of national parks and public lands:
Home, winter storm
Denver park, cherry blossoms
Canyonlands National Park, Utah
Snow at Great Sand Dunes National Park, Colorado
March 28, 2026
Beautiful! Inspiring! Refreshing! Keep opening it up whenever I need a quick pick-me-up!
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