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Cemetery House (Believe in Angels) – North Woodstock, CT

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As we drive around New England, we find these old (by US standards) remnants of what I believe was colonial times. I’m not exactly sure when this was built and I’m sure it’s been maintained but still… It’s interesting how they built this structure right in the side of a hill out of stone. Amazing work…

I hope you’re all well! ;-) lb

Believe in Angels

Hold the line! | Fuel Hope (Zündstoff Hoffnung) Project

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Hi All
I hope you’re well!

This is my second submission to the” Fuel Hope (Zündstoff Hoffnung)” Project. By the way, you can find out more and enter your own submissions here. I see a lot of beautiful, hopeful, work out there. Don’t be shy. The more hope, the better.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the word, “hope” lately, thanks to Petra ;-) I’m finding I have mixed feelings about the word but I will write more on that in my next submission.

I’m a hopeful person by nature but ooohhh, I’ve had my dark days. And at present, we are in some, dark, days. But we can’t let that darkness bring us to despair. We must hold on and lift up those that are stumbling, knowing better days are ahead.

Music – creating, playing and listening has always been a great source of hope for me and I’m sure for most of you. It can take you out of yourself and focus your spirit on the positive. Find those pieces of music that work for you and fuel your hope.

Be strong; Be brave; Honor your ancestors.
Hold the line !

take care
leo

Wooden Bridge, Concord, MA. / The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost

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A wooden bridge in Concord MA. © 2019 Leo F. Brady

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.