People write to me to ask why I have hope in our future despite all the trouble in the world, and the answer is always: I have faith because of you. The biggest miracle about these Letters from an American is the community that has gathered around them. It is made up of decent, principled, smart, creative, and thoughtful people from all around the world, and it is a never ending source of wonder to me that I have the extraordinary opportunity to meet many of you and to eavesdrop on your conversations as you work together to move our country, and our world, forward.
I have hope because people like you are educating people like us so that we can respond creatively and intelligently to the problems in our nation and our world.
Thank you, Heather, for ALL you do, and thank you to this amazing, supportive community ❤️
We are so grateful for your dedication to keeping people engaged and informed, from a source that isn’t “fake news” and is straight to the facts vs slanted in one direction. Your energy and truthful renditions of discouraging facts still somehow express hope in tomorrow. I don’t know how you can be so prolific all these months and now years since you started this feed. You amaze us. And we so appreciate you. Both here in our little town of RP Maine and all across the world. Thank you from the bottom of our collective hearts.
Oh I needed to see this image and read your loving words this evening. Sleep well.
Thank you for your letters and the hope you share with us. What a beautiful photograph you give your friend in Ukraine and us tonight. You are a blessing to all of us.
Brilliant, appropriate tribute by Peter - the maker - and you, our Town Crier!
Ah ha! there is a new dawn breaking and it is a better day for Ukaine!
Wow. This photo brings tears to my eyes. Thank you Heather, and Thank you Ukraine.
Enjoy a restful night, Heather. Thank you for the beautiful, peaceful, "Ukrainian" picture.
Beautiful photo. Although the water isn't still, it brought to mind one of my favorite poems, so apropos for these times, by Wendell Berry:
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Thank you Heather. You give me hope
Thank you, Heather, for helping to keep us grounded and hopeful.
There is hope. I am proof. The first 50 years of my life, I was a mindless supporter of heartless, soulless capitalistic values. At the age of 50 in 2020, I woke up. I went from being a Trump supporter to a thoughtful, compassionate Progressive who reads Letters from an American every day and who is actively making amends for 50 years of selfish behavior. I know we can save our country and our world because people like all of you saved me.
Indeed, we are all in this together.
What a gorgeous, meaning-filled photo.
Beautiful! Thank you. ❤️