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Postcard Number One: The weeds are medicine!

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Postcard Number One:

“It may be fiction, it may be truth. Onward we go.” – Hope

Friday, 2017

Hello Pandora!

May this postcard find you well. This bug is still looking for the key you misplaced.

It’s been a while since we’ve chatted. I wanted to let you know we are doing fabulous! The children are eating their vegetables. The sun still radiates Earth so that the gardens will grow. Speaking of gardens, I need to get busy in mine. I found a miraculous discovery to health and longevity. I’ll give you one clue: they grow in the ground!

The weeds are medicinal. Who would of thought that? 

(I surprise myself sometimes.)

We still have a few tricks up our sleeves. I know it will work out for the better. Do not fret!

Anyways, back to the weeds.

I’m out here pulling up the dollar weed, when in fact it may just be the cure for all! I know, I know, you think I’ve flipped my goose. That’s alright. I’ll keep researching the matter and get back to you on that one.

Fact-checking is yuge! Really yuge. It may just be the yugest thing yet.

In the meantime, happy thoughts. And btw (because textese is really popular these days, I don’t want to let those go to waste), Yuge is the best, new word from our urban dictionary to this day.

Seriously. (Because I love Grey’s Anatomy and even Hope needs some downtime to turn off the buzzing.) You have certainly given me a herculean task.

Now, we are persistent in keeping art alive, despite the box’s intentions! As Bob Dylan once said, “For the times they are a changin’. Hopefully, if it is written down somewhere, our history will not be forgotten. One day we will find the key, lock the box and chuck it in the ocean. It’s okay, we all make mistakes, Pandora. I still exist for this reason.

Come gather ’round people

Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’ “

I like this guy’s spirit. Onward we go. We really don’t want to miss what is happening right in front of us. Which brings me to our current climate.

Other Matters

As you know, the climate is a little uneasy right now. Which climate, you might ask? Political, environmental, social. Take your pick. Your box has some penetrable qualities. But, I’m walking with compassion in my soul from here on out. I am going to have faith as my beacon and hope the buzz in my wings is fast enough to race against the perils of time in order to find the key.

Oh, wait a minute! I gotta go. The news-feed is lighting up like a wildfire; it must be one o’clock.

I really Hope this postcard reaches you in time before something else occurs. I think we should seriously sit down over some tacos and a beer like old times. We haven’t kept in touch like we should since you locked yourself away in the woods. We could Snapchat the entire thing and really let them know it was an honest mistake. Your curiosity just got the better of you. I think everyone will understand once we explain it.

Sincerely and with anticipation of your response,

Hope

P.S.  This is a new series on my blog. We need a little bit of light in our day. Keep your creativity alive and find your Worthybit of inspiration. Hope you enjoy!

P.P.S.  Lyrics found on http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-times-they-are-achangin-lyrics-bob-dylan.html

Hope wants to make sure our ethical standards of publishing are kept in tact. We don’t want to feed the dragon! Pandora feels bad enough for opening the damn thing in the first place and keeping Hope busy. (We’ll talk more on dragon’s in the next Postcard.)

Stay beautiful!

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