I send you love and all good things,
Founder and Publisher of The Hooray Daily
Need some love or your own bit of Hooray?...Find it here and remember who you ARE and how wonderful you are! Play it again and again when you want a virtual hug. Share it with those who need some can-do and share it with those you love! (That's everyone, right?!)
I send you love and all good things,
Founder and Publisher of The Hooray Daily
Love is not afraid to feel. In fact, Love’s favorite guise is a hug or a touch.
But we have a wee problem in our culture…
Often, we are fearful that we will appear ridiculous if we ask for a hug or worse go hug someone for no apparent reason (the key here is no APPARENT reason). But put a puppy, kitten or baby in front of us and we will coo, touch, hug, pat and kiss those little critters like we want to eat them up. And they are delicious! No man, woman or child can stop themselves from such marvelous foolishness, right?
Today is a day for bursting forth, for leaving the past behind and for marveling at the glory that is you.
Because every breath, every action, every experience, every kiss, every heartbeat has been building up to this point. You have been on the bottom, the top and everything in between. You have persevered through challenges. You have hit high marks and landed on soft ground.
You could have never achieved all that you have done without going through exactly what you have been through—it’s all been grist for the mill. You are so remarkable and so beautifully YOU. No matter how far you may have fallen, the Universe/Spirit has been there to lift you to higher and higher places. How high do you want to climb? How far will you reach? It’s all possible.
Revel in the delight. Taste the sweetness that is, in fact, your life. You are more wonderful than you realize. May your day be as glorious as you are!
For over 40 years, Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Stephen Dunn has blessed us with a wide and wonderful body of poetic work. Many of Dunn’s poems are beautiful and lively meditations on the existential concerns and celebrations of people like Dunn -- middle-class American Baby Boomers.
Born in Queens, New York in 1939, Dunn was the first in his family to go to college, attending Hofstra University on Long Island in the 1950s on a basketball scholarship and later working as an adman in advertising in New York City, before becoming a poet. In an interview with Poets and Writers, Dunn discussed his dramatic move as a young man from adman to poet:
“My first job out of college was writing in–house brochures for Nabisco in New York, and I kept getting promoted. I was in danger, literally, of becoming the men who were around me. So I quit and went to Spain to write a novel, and wrote a bad one. But I was trying to write poetry too, and those efforts seemed more promising. The rest, as they say, is history, or my history.”
We work ourselves up into a cold sweat as we try and try again to do it all right—to exercise, to practice mindfulness, to meditate, to write our daily 5 gratitude blessings, to give time and attention to friends and family, to light the candles, to say our prayers, to speak our affirmations, to instill in us and others a positive, courageous mindset, to read the latest of our guru’s posts, blogs or tweets, to attend church, synagogue or temple or any other spiritual practice that has us by the throat. And we cry out, THIS IS HARD! I’m in pain. I’m suffering. Is this depression? I shouldn’t be depressed! I’m doing X, Y and Z for goodness sake! I should be a spiritual Amazon woman by now, or at least, Anthony Robbins! I’m climbing the spiritual ladder, right? This is not supposed to be this way!
This is a spiritual temper tantrum…
It comes like depression in the night or that quiet, insistent hiss that says, “I told you so. You really do suck.”
But alas, the tantrum or incessant calling isn’t the foreshadowing of doom as you might suspect.
I confess. I enjoy young adult and children’s fiction…immensely. Almost always the characters face obstacles that require Herculean bravery or determination. R J. Palacio’s middle school book, Wonder, doesn’t fail me in the least. In fact, it soars.
The book compelled me forward as I uncovered the story of a boy, his family and the trepidation of starting a new school. While beginning at a new school like Beecher Prep isn’t a large feat for most, it is quite the conundrum and challenge for Auggie (August Pullman) born with a rare facial deformity that kept him home-schooled until 5th grade. This is where the story opens.
HOORAY! without love, justice and service is a lifeless balloon—no air to speak of, no reason for being. To clamor about happiness, abundance, prosperity and success is pure hubris acting very much like a peacock who is all strut without wings for flight…I say this because the holiness of love by its very nature requires us to act in the service of others if we want a better world. We can only take flight on this boundless journey when all have a map to find their way and the freedom to get there.
Today is a day of celebrating and honoring Martin Luther King, Jr. as well as the thousands and thousands of men and women who have stood up in history for love and service. Their work, no--our work—continues each and every day to serve justice and love.
The Hooray Daily stands on the side of love, hopefully a beacon that shines light upon fear, so that all people may live rich and bold lives.
Join us in remembering Martin Luther King, Jr. and his legacy today. Hooray for Dr. King! Hooray for all who seek justice!
I hated law school. While there I had the most terrible case of emotional paralysis. I think it lasted the full three years. You'll recognize it as soon as I lay out the symptoms: 1) Waking up sucked 2) Doing the thing you were doing...sucked, and 3) Going to bed sucked (because of the never ending worry train).
Gratefully, while in law school and up late into the wee hours, I ended up catching one of Tony Robbins infomercials. The guy is practically seven feet tall and monstrous with the energy of a small country, and probably the net worth of 10 small nations. I listened. Hey, I was desperate and in law school (just to remind you). Even though I loved the people I went to law school with, as well as some of the faculty and administrators at school, the experience was mostly about breaking the spirit and sharpening the mind. (Of course, I could never quite figure out how breaking the spirit helped sharpen anything, let alone a mind...In my case, it didn't work. I felt broken in every single sense of the word.)
Enter Tony and his large presence...Awaken the Giant Within!
Good morning! I love you! (Good afternoon and good evening also. I love you.) Yes, I did just say "I love you." But you don't know me, you are quick to interject. The fact is, though, that I do know you and I do love you. (There is really only one of us on the planet. While there are many stories, we are all connected.)
Your contribution in this world and to me is immeasurable. For someone special, you make the world go 'round, yet you do not realize it. Your imagination is enormous, such that the most glorious sunset or sunrise cannot compare. Your brain speeds along faster than any race car driver can drive or a jet pilot or astronaut can slice through the sky and stars.
You move mountains when you speak, write, play and listen. Your core is ever-ready to protect, to share and to love.
You bring happiness to those who are close to you and, even to those with whom you rub shoulders in daily life, yet do not know their names. Your work matters to me and to the rest of us on the planet, for none of us can get through life alone. You help to birth the world and your creations move us all forward. The difference you bring into the universe enlightens us. We are fed by your very breath.
What makes you, YOU, is important to me. For I love that you are here. You inspire me with your life and your unique story. Never doubt that you are Love itself.
Thank you for your beautiful life.
I love you,
P.S. This Love Letter is available in Chinese, French, German, Indonesian, Japanese, Polish, Russian and Spanish. Please check out the translations under the Love Letter tab above, and feel free to share widely. You never know when another might need a boost. And when you need some love, come back for a visit. It'll be here waiting for you!
My birth certificate states that I came into the world weighing a whopping three pounds in the early 1960’s. I was premature by eight weeks and this pretty much explains my obsessive need to arrive early to every conceivable social and work event ever since that day. (I’ve only learned lately about arriving “fashionably late”, but I still arrive on-time and wait in the parking lot.)
Mom left St. Luke’s Hospital that cold January day in Kansas City with a potted plant on her lap instead of a “bundle of joy”. I only arrived home two months later at a roly-poly, five pounds. For those reading this who are younger, it was rather extraordinary that a premature baby lived and thrived, as a large number of babies either died shortly after birth or had complications, like blindness (from too much oxygen in the incubator as technology was not as it is today).
Lee Ann Hopkins
Smile and the world smiles with you. That's the motto she lives by. Lee Ann is perfectly imperfect and unabashed about it even as she strives for higher and "better" every day. Both her can-do and her foibles are as fabulous as her smile. So take a moment and breathe in Lee Ann's "hooray" for today!