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Podcast Episode: Hope Joy And Healing

Pip: Gratitude Squared has been quietly doing something unusual — writing about hope, healing, and what it actually means to wait for something you can't yet see.

Mara: That's the territory today: what distinguishes hope from joy and peace, and how healing engages the soul differently than it does the body. Let's start with hope itself — what it is, where it comes from, and why it asks more of us than we might expect.

Hope, Joy, and Peace — What Sets Hope Apart

Mara: The question this segment opens with is deceptively simple: what makes hope different from joy and peace, and why does that difference matter when someone is afraid?

Pip: The post "Hope, Joy, and Peace" draws on a piece by Shauna W. to frame the answer, and the quote lands squarely: "no one hopes for what they already have. It's the time between realizing what we need, and our receiving of it, that we must confidently expect. Hope sits between."

Mara: So the upshot is that joy and peace are available now — in a sunset, a piece of music, a calm moment — but hope is structurally future-facing. It requires waiting, and that waiting is the point, not a flaw.

Pip: Which explains why the post argues that when fear is immediate, joy and peace are the tools you reach for first. Hope follows — it's the deeper current running underneath. That's not a small distinction when someone is genuinely frightened.

Mara: "Grateful for Hope" extends this by treating hope as its own kind of practice. It describes hope as positivity, optimism, possibility — and notes that it can attach to something small, like passing a test, or something deeply spiritual through prayer and meditation.

Pip: Hope is a four-letter word doing a lot of heavy lifting.

Mara: And both posts arrive at the same place: hope requires patience, but when it arrives, the post says, "hope overflows." That's the reward for the waiting. The healing segment takes that idea somewhere more urgent.

When Healing Reaches the Soul

Pip: This segment sits at the intersection of serious illness and spiritual life — specifically, the question of what medicine can and cannot promise, and where assurance actually comes from.

Mara: "How Does The Actual Healing Process Interact With the Body Versus How it Engages With the Soul?" puts it directly: "Healing outcomes when engaged through the SOUL are based on ASSURANCE, and FAITH."

Pip: That's a real distinction. Doctors, by training and by regulation, offer probabilities — "probably," "we hope," "we never know." The post documents asking for certainty and being told it isn't available. Assurance, it turns out, lives somewhere else entirely.

Mara: What makes this concrete is the moment with the hymn "Blessed Assurance" — hearing it on the radio and recognizing that the soul offers what western medicine structurally cannot. The post notes the writer asked their doctor to record this in the official medical file, and the doctor agreed.

Pip: That detail is doing a lot of quiet work. It isn't a rejection of medicine — it's a parallel track.

Mara: Exactly, and "Arousing Joyful Hope: Footbridges to Healing" makes that parallel visible in physical space. The City of Hope campus in Orange County is described as a holistic model — drumming classes, a Pacific Symphony Fourth of July event, a survivorship blue carpet walk where staff lined the walkway ringing bells and applauding patients.

Pip: The post draws a pointed comparison: Disneyland makes you happy for a day. The City of Hope keeps you joyfully alive for many.

Mara: Both posts land in the same place the hope segment did — gratitude as something practiced outward, toward others, even from inside difficulty.


Pip: Hope that waits, healing that reaches the soul — these aren't abstract ideas in this material. They're being lived.

Mara: And that's what makes them worth returning to. More from Gratitude Squared next time.

In Memory of More Than 500,000 Deaths

Today is a day of remembrance of the more than 500,000 precious lives lost from the ongoing pandemic in the USA. Let us take a moment of silence to remember each of those individuals as well as their families and friends who have died.

My mother was a poet and one of my favorite of her poems was about death, because it is really not about dying but about life and a future. I share it with you now to give you comfort and peace for your loved ones.

This Is Not Goodbye My Dear

This is not goodbye, my dear,
That body of clay I’ve left it here.
To live in the celestial Heaven above,
Where all is peace and joy and love.

I’ll speak to you through the stars at night.
I’ll glitter and twinkle and you’ll know I’m alright.
I’ll speak to you through those drops of rain.
I’ll speak this way again and again.

I’ll speak to you through the falling snow
I’ll touch you gently and then you’ll know.
That love’s a bond that can’t be broken,
The snow flake, the rain drop, will be our token.

I’ll speak to you through the song of the bird,
In a song, a language like you’ve never heard.
I’ll speak to you through the stormy night,
Through the thunder roar and the streaks of light.

I’ll speak to you through the baby coo.
A message dear, just for you.
I’ll see in your eye that tiny tear,
Remember, my love, I’m really near.

God changed my body to another form,
His way is right have no alarm.
He changed my body from a house of clay,
To a glorified one where I’ll live fore aye.

In that rain, that snow, and those stars in the sky,
I take many forms, but I did not die.
For life’s dimension is unending,
This is not the end,
Just a grand beginning.

© Marian E. Blake

My mother was a minister too and wrote many comforting poems for members in her churches. For other poems to honor and remember your loved ones, please see her poetry below. Peace be with you on this day and always.

Huer, M.B. (2013) A House Inside of Me Poetry by Marian Elsie Blake. Huer LLC, pp. 104-105.

A House Inside of Me is available on Amazon.com

This is #gratitudelite. See the post on February 28, 2021 for definitions of gratitude categories.

What is Your Life’s Light?

As I examined the wooded setting of Airy the RV in the photo above, I found pleasure in the breaking of dawn through the trees, as well as in the lit underbelly of the coach. Both types of lighting touched my mind’s eye and I asked why? One light protected me near the the RV, while the other protected my early morning drive from deer leaping, or hikers walking.

One light is man-made and artificial; the other is God made and natural. Jill Harness noted on hunker.com that there are several differences between natural and artificial light, between firelight and candle light, and fluorescent bulbs, flashlights, or sunlight. There are a surprising number of differences between light sources found in nature versus electronic sources.

The intensity of light, the duration of light, and

the amount of light is only under your control with artificial lighting.

I made a note to myself to ask “Do I have control of my life’s light?”

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Each And Every Day…

Each and every day, I feel full of gratitude because I should be dead, but obviously I’m not. In 2017, I learned I had serious illnesses and thought I had about 7-9 months of life left to live. So, I dutifully prepared all my affairs and accepted my fate, and felt I had lived a good life, wonderful career, great family and waited…. It is a funny feeling to watch other people around you die, but not die yourself. I wondered why and hence have tried to be as helpful to my family and friends and strangers as possible as I “pay it forward” with gratitude for life each and every day. Personally, I was always a planner and looked to the future. Now, I live in the present, and value each and every day, and I do not take each part of each day for granted. My illness was a gift to me. No matter what happens nearly every day, I try to seek out peace, harmony, calm, and thankfulness that I see the sun each day, and the moon at night, and feel the raindrops when it rains, or the winds and storms when they come because I am alive. Being alive beats or overcomes any negative event that may come my way. Each glance from my little Cock-a-poo doggie, every smile from my family or strangers, every story I hear, or conversation in which I engage at Starbucks, or with neighbors, or at the grocery store, fills me with pure joy because I was fortunate to experience that communication event with other people at least one more time… All of you people in my life for which I am grateful. I tell you my background story so you understand where joy comes from, but this blog is not about me, it is about all of you: People stressed by life events everyday. This blog is for you to find a brief moment to meditate, or take a breath, or pause to experience a special moment in time – to capture that memory and burn it into your life because it gave you such happiness, such joy, such pleasure. That moment let you escape briefly from your day. This is your journey in life, your journey to gratitude. Please come and discover your personal gratitude, your healing, your “wow”.

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