7 Ways YOU Can Spread Hope in the World

In 1985, Deepak Chopra’s first books helped with my healing path, and I went to a lecture and was quite moved by his gentle yet resolute approach. He was a student of Yogananda, who opened a door for many of us in the 1960s. And yet, I haven’t been plugged in to Chopra’s work for a while.

But yesterday when a friend posted Oprah & Deepak’s “Hope in Uncertain Times,” I signed up and began, even though it was Day 4. You see, my hope has been in short supply lately. And today, I could feel a shift.

I welcome you to try it. There’s a link below. It’s free for the 21 days.

In my favorite poem of the last several years, “A Brief for the Defense,” Jack Gilbert writes: “To make injustice the only measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.”

In these times especially, we must hold within us both the tragedy and the delight of living. Hope is a good place to start.

–Jan Mundo

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Are you wondering how you can make a difference during uncertain times? Start creating the future you want to live in with wisdom from Deepak Chopra’s book The 7 Spiritual Laws of Success, with action steps you can take right now to make hope go viral.

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The Spirit of Suki: Life and Death of a Healing Cat

Suki in 2009, photo by Jan Mundo

Suki in 2009, photo by Jan Mundo

She was very weak now, her condition irreversible. It was no wonder: She hadn’t eaten for seven days and had always been petite. Within one day’s span, she had declined so much that her legs could barely hold her. Her delicate walk became a drunken swagger. Her body was shutting down.

Earlier in the day, during our third phone call that week, the vet had advised, “I know there’s a snowstorm, but try to make it uptown with her.” She was explaining that I could take my companion of sixteen years to Animal Care & Control when I voiced that the $315 for euthanization and group cremation at our regular clinic was cost prohibitive for me. At the shelter, unlike at the vet, an animal control officer would take the animal away from its owner, so I wouldn’t be able to be with her. As the afternoon progressed, both the weather and Suki deteriorated. I could not envision putting her into the carrier she hated, taking her out into the cold, and braving a walk and a bus ride to Harlem in a snowstorm—only to have her pulled away from me, the person she loved most on earth, and live her last moments in unnecessary fear and terror. I decided we’d stay at home, and I’d help her through it.

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