Hope: a stirring force for good

Consuming the news, all that is cruel and unfair is laid out for us to read, watch or listen to in all its mawkish detail. Putin remains free to wreak havoc, natural disasters destroy the homes of innocent families, Trump gets another shot at re-election, despite everything. And yet, every time hope gets crushed to the ground, it rises again.

Emily Dickinson’s poem, “Hope” is the thing with feathers calls hope, ‘the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul / And sings the tune without the words / And never stops at all. Hope never stops.

Positive change happens at glacial pace, with as many setbacks as steps forward. Trump and his cronies were referred to as, ‘the last fart of a dying dog’ back in 2016. Whilst not as majestic a phrase as Martin Luther King Junior’s ‘The moral arc of the universe is long, but it bends towards justice’—inspired by Theodore Parker’s sermon on Justice and the Conscience—the ‘dying dog’ brigade and Dr King were on the same page. 

They were both trying to say that things get better, s l o w l y. And when things are getting better, sometimes we have to endure a moral Luddite like Trump throwing himself under the wheels of progress, in order to stall things for a few more years.

Diagnosing a problem

We move, at a glacial pace, continually into slightly better circumstances. The Internet, media, and social media help shine a light on what’s happening, so that we can begin to define the curves and edges of our most critical problems. If we can define, we can diagnose. 

And as Rebecca Solnit puts it in Hope in the Dark, we do not need to know the prescription before the diagnosis is complete.

In 2016 I quit working in a newsroom and stopped consuming the news for the sake of my mental health. Trump’s election, Brexit, then Covid eventually led to my turning off Radio 4 in the house, so that I could have some peace from the news hurricane.

But having re-read Solnit’s wonderful Hope in the Dark this month, I realise that whilst it’s painful to engage with the details, reading bad news helps us to see the issue properly (media and social media bias notwithstanding), in order to understand what the shape of the problem is—where we are in the fight.

I recently watched She Said, a film of the 2019 book by Megan Twohey and Jodi Kantor about their struggle to expose the systemic abuse of women in Hollywood by Harvey Weinstein, amongst others. Despite pressure to silence the brave women who exposed Weinstein’s horrendous behaviour, these two journalists knew the truth. They were determined to expose it, and have changed the global workplace for women in the process. The subsequent MeToo movement became too overwhelming to document. It has changed the workplace, and the world.

Hope makes the present inhabitable

Hope is, in a sense, a search for the truth. Once uncovered, the truth is there to be held up to the light, if we are brave enough. It is not the likely success of the initiative that should fuel our fight. It is adhering to the truth, and helping to spread it as far as we can.

Solnit argues that we would not have had the same war in Iraq if global publics had acquiesced to the original Bush/Blair plan. The global protest movement surrounding the war changed it. Reduced the scope of it. Made it smaller, and shorter. 

The millions of people who marched, the individuals who made ‘STOP THE WAR’ placards didn’t get what they wanted, but they changed the course of things, and who knows how much more extensive the war would have been without them.

To be effective, activists have to make strong, simple, urgent demands…And they have to recognise that their victories may come as subtle, complex, slow changes…and count them anyway. A gift for embracing paradox is not the least of the equipment an activist should have.

rebecca solnit

Solnit points out that hope is not a passive emotion but rather a stirring force that will get people up off their sofas and into the world to make a difference:

Hope is not like a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky… Hope is an ax you break down doors with in an emergency; because hope should shove you out the door

Rebecca Solnit

‘To hope’, Solnit writes, ‘is to give yourself to the future, and that commitment to the future makes the present inhabitable.’

Look for the helpers

The philosopher Ryan Holiday writes in his modern stoicism book, Stillness is the Key, about Fred Rogers, a American childrens’ television presenter whose show, Mr Rogers’ Neighborhood, aired from 1968 to 2001. 

“Look for the helpers”, Mr Rogers would tell the children whenever a horrible news story broke in the world. “The world is full of doctors and nurses, police and firemen, volunteers, neighbours and friends who are ready to jump in to help when things go wrong.”

Hope as a way to find purpose

Hope, looking for helpers, and helping itself, gets us through when something utterly unfair is happening. Hope doesn’t mean that everything will turn out ok, but it can help us to find purpose and meaning in a world that seems fundamentally unfair and difficult.

The playwright, intellectual and politician Vaclav Havel used hope as his own lifeline whilst imprisoned between 1979 and 1983. He makes clear that hope is part of the soul, to be found even in seemingly hopeless situations:

Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously headed for early success, but, rather, an ability to work for something because it is good, not just because it stands a chance to succeed.

vaclav havel

Havel went on to be elected President of Czechoslovakia in 1989 after hope got him through his time in prison.

The arc of the moral universe may bend slowly towards justice, but it is up to each of us to help bend it. We must search for, uphold, and spread the truth, however gradual and imperfect the progress.

Though the present remains full of suffering and setbacks, we can make it inhabitable through acts of hope – by looking for helpers, helping others, and finding purpose and meaning. Hope fuels the spirit when circumstances seem bleak; it pushes us to keep fighting for what is right and for the truth.

We may not see the fruits of our labour in our lifetimes, but we can live with purpose knowing we stood for truth and justice. The future is uncertain, yet hope makes today inhabitable and gives us the strength to take the next step.

Mastodon and a secret podcast

I recently joined the open source community / social media alternative, Mastodon.

It has been interesting trying to use this new platform as an ex-Twitter user. I find the decentralised nature of it so confusing, but also understand that this is what is going to prevent it from being bought by the likes of E*** M***.

I’ve worked out so far that I have to log in via the server I registered on originally, but I can follow people, no matter what server they are registered on. Members of the Walk the Pod lunch time walk club have helped me get to grips with it. If you’d like to follow me, you can do so @rachelwheeley@mastodonapp.uk.

In other new-technology-is-confusing news, I am trying to reinstate the secret podcast from behind the scenes of Walk the Pod which was originally set up on Patreon but couldn’t be integrated with Spotify.

Spotify and Patreon now have a proper working relationship, which means that potentially, you will be able to access this very easily, by clicking this link.

Please note that this podcast is only available to members of the Walk the Pod lunchtime walk club, which is currently closed to new subscribers, but will open again in September. For the main Walk the Pod podcast, click here.

Integrity

Hello Poddies!

I’ve been discussing integrity this week on Walk the Pod. It’s been a tricky subject to pin down. We’ve discussed whether it is to do with being complete, or whole, and whether it has to do with doing the right thing, even when no one is watching.

I’d like to take a moment to consider artistic integrity now, in anticipation of further discussion next week. I read John Steinbeck’s Working Days: The Journal of ‘The Grapes of Wrath’ a while ago. It is a diary of writing a novel, The Grapes of Wrath, which I could never get into.

But the diary is wonderful. In it, Steinbeck discusses that before he was famous, he couldn’t get a word published, and now that he’s famous, folk want to read absolutely everything he can think of.

Consequently, there is not so much scrutiny of the quality of his work. He is acutely aware that this means he can write poor quality prose, and get away with it.

He thanks the trees around his home in Monte Sereno, California, for keeping him honest.

We come now to the dangerous part. Whereas a few years ago I could not sell my work—now it is so in demand that anything with my name on it would be snapped up. And that is the worst thing of all. That is the goodness of this ranch. Here I can lose the fanfare. Here I become the little creature I really am. One cannot impress our forest.

John steinbeck, working days: the journals of the grapes of wrath

Video blog posts on Patreon

If you’re a follower of my blog here on WordPress, I have some exciting news. I’ve been dabbling with video blog posts over on Patreon, and have now published 7 videos on the platform.

It’s a little like podcasting, only, with pictures! Will it catch on? It’s been a bit of a learning curve for me as I work out which way up to hold my iPhone, where the camera I’m supposed to be looking at is, and got over the slightly weird feeling of seeing myself talking as I walk along.

Walk the Pod Series 38: Integrity

I’m recording my podcast, Walk the Pod, every day, and thoroughly enjoying it. The Walk the Pod lunchtime walk club voted overwhelmingly to discuss integrity this series, and I’m keen to find out what it means to listeners, and members of the walking club.

What does it mean to you? Some of my listeners around the world are kind enough to leave me a voice note (59 seconds of their beautiful voice!) and if you’d like to do the same, I’d appreciate it. The more angles on integrity we have, the more thoroughly we can flesh out our topic this month.

Looking for frogs

Earlier this year, I walked over to Derwent Floodwash, my nearest local nature reserve, to see if I could see anything interesting in what seems at first glance just to be a large, meadowy field. Sam (my lovely girlfriend) pointed out a heap of frogspawn in a small pond in one corner, under a small willow tree.

We’ve been tracking the tadpoles since they hatched, excited at the possibility that there might be frogs in the pond before too long.

Frogs, by DALL.E

I’m sad to report that on visiting yesterday, the entire flood wash is dry as a bone. The pond itself has evaporated, and there’s no sign of the frogs I was hoping to see.

I hope that they have all hopped off to the local Pyl Brook, and are happily floating about down there, thinking about raising new families next Spring. But I don’t know where to start looking for them. Any herpetologist readers out there? Do tell me where to look for frogs near a brook!

There’s lots more content over on Spotify for Podcasters and Patreon, and I hope you’ll follow me into these new platforms. I’ll try to do a few more regular updates here as well.