2025—Holding the Line: A Year of Hope ©Dawn Minott |a Haibun

As appeared on LinkedIn:

The word I chose as my ‘north star’ for 2025 was HOPE. Little did I know that the shifts in the global health architecture would test what I thought hope meant.

Hope showed up as restraint, as holding ground when the ground was shifting.

Budgets shrank, systems cracked, and innovation was rebranded as survival. Gender equality was not celebrated; it was defended. Holding the line became the work. And climate shocks made this uneven—hitting small islands hardest: livelihoods washed away, unpaid care multiplied, choices narrowed. Still, the line held.

We learned that keeping the door for a clinic from closing can be as hard as opening one. Partners asked what was new, and the truest answer felt almost defiant: we stayed. We protected what women and girls already fought for. We held the line—not because it was easy or visible, but because retreat would cost too much. That’s where hope lived—in the dogged refusal to undo progress, in the daily choice to guard sexual reproductive health and rights when attention moved elsewhere.

This was not loud hope. It was working hope. Throughout 2025 hope carried on as a quiet expectation that progress, though slowed, was still possible.

And, as we stand on the cusp of 2026—for gender equality, for sexual and reproductive health and rights, for bodily autonomy and dignity; from conflict-affected and climate-exposed communities to the frontlines where women’s bodies remain contested terrain:

Let hope stand its ground
Without banners or applause
Possibility

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2025 In Review—Hope Asks for Attention ©Dawn Minott

My word for 2025 was HOPE.

At the beginning of this new year, I reflected on how that word shaped this blog over the past year—because what I write here is always shaped by the world around me and the one within me. From this reflection I came to see how hope was threaded through the themes of the blog—life, relationships, nature, inner growth, and resilience:

1. Personal voice as witness

This blog exists as a platform to speak my truth—to give voice to what I observe and experience. That choice in 2025 was a metaphor for hope: not loud, but intentional and present. 

2. Creative expression as survival

Over the year I saw that creativity was less about expression and more about survival—a way to stay present when the days felt heavy and the world unsteady. And, hope appeared throughout the posts almost as writing itself—as a way to endure, to make sense of the disruptions and shifts of 2025.

3. Nature as mirror

In several posts I reflected on what nature kept teaching me—that hope is not urgency, but patience. Rain arrived without apology. Gardens grew on their own timelines. Slow seasons lingered. Quiet days endured. And I captured these shifts in poetry and prose.

4. Resilience in real life

Through poems like “Jamaica Strong” and “A Prayer for Jamaica,” I shared about the devastation of Hurricane Melissa on Jamaica in ways that moved beyond documenting an event. My poems spoke to the emotional toll carried by a nation and its diaspora. They embodied endurance, rebuilding, but more so hope rooted in community and persistence after loss.

5. Inner work as outer change

Reflections captured in poems like “Your Future Is Starving For You” and “Echoes of A Silent City” I was able to show how internal transformation and curiosity are acts of hope—belief in growth even when circumstances stagnate. 

6. Memory and renewal

Posts about memory (i.e. “The Taste of Memory” and rest (i.e. “Travelogue: La Quinta, A Retreat for the Soul”) spoke to hope as reconnection to self, to God, to what lasts beyond chaos. 

7. Relationship themes

In posts after posts I realize that I repeatedly go to love, timing, silence, and intimacy to inform my work. In 2025 these became markers of hope lived between humans—not in abstraction, but as intentional interpersonal choices. 

8. Prayer and spiritual grounding

Prayer has always been my mainstay. So undoubtedly there’d be prayer-centered posts. These posts placed hope in the spiritual—trust, surrender, praise—not as fantasy but as anchor when the world felt unstable.  


In looking back on the posts of 2025, one thing became clear: hope was not written to promise ease. It was written to ask for attention. That may not have been my intention, but I showed up again and again—pen in hand, heart open—trusting that small acts of meaning still mattered.

Now we are in a new year. My word for 2026 is FORGET. It comes from the first verse I read in the Bible (using the App YouVersion) on the first day of the year; and, it also happens to be one of my favorite verses:

Happy New Year, WordPress fam!

Here’s praying for a year that brings newness to the places of your life where you need to forget the former things that stole your joy.

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Hope ©Dawn Minott

Hope is joy—

the kind passed down like heirlooms,
a quilt of belonging,
a patchwork of sacrifice
stitched with hands that remember

Hope is laughter—

the sound of breaking cycles,
the release of generational restraints
off children who grow strong
under the instructions
of those who came before

Hope is political—

a movement, a pulse
the fight for more than survival
it’s claiming the right to thrive,
for equality in power
where power means change

Hope is social—

woven through our communities
a collective will to lift each other
to build bridges across time
and dismantle the walls
of what was once thought impossible

Hope is me, you—

vessels of dreams untold
a reflection of ancestors’ prayers
carrying their strength in our bones
we are the bridge, the builder,
the keeper of this flame
that lights the way
for those yet to come

Hope is the affirmative action of generational wealth—

more than money,
it’s memory, it’s possibility,
it’s dreaming in color, releasing
hands that will build futures
far beyond the limits of the past

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Mid-Week Boost: Hope

Have

Optimistic

Positive

Expectation

Start each day with HOPE

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New Month Blessings

Now more than ever, with the enormity of the humanitarian crisis unfolding in Ukraine, let’s find hope in the blessings of a new month.

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Nostalgic©

As NY is under another wave of the Covid-19 pandemic, I’m nostalgic for the good ol’ days. You know, those days:

When you sneezed in public and folks around sweetly whispered “bless you”, not shoot you a disparaging gaze that shouts: “how dare you!”

When you stood in close proximity without terrifyingly pondering: “is he vaccinated? Is she?” Get me outta here!!

When you greeted with bare hugs or handshakes, not from waving at each other 6-feet apart.

When you wore a mask 🎭 to be draped in decadence and mystery, not to hide from a submicroscopic infectious agent that offsets immune systems, and spike temperature, and fog brains, and labor breath, and take life.

When you walked into restaurants and greeters asked: “Do you have a reservation”, not “May I see your vaccination card”.

When “do you wanna go to the movies” meant see you at the theater, not see you in the next room screening Netflix (though I don’t really mind this).

When going to work meant going to the office in a building paid for by employers, not the makeshift office in your kitchen paid for by you!

When blowing out birthday cake candles didn’t send your mind into a subconscious tailspin flashing-neon-yellow warning: ⚠️ MICROSCOPIC AEROSOL PARTICLES BEING EXHALED ⚠️

Who would have thought that in being nostalgic for the good ol’ days, the good ol’ days would be 2019?!

2019 is the old normal!

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4th of July Twenty Twenty-One

Noise, light, smoke
Exploding overhead
Colored flames and sparks
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, silver, gold
Shooting up, spiraling around, drifting down
Displays varying in size and design
Fireworks light up the New York sky
New York, once the epicenter of the Covid-19 pandemic reopens in grandeur

Paint in Ode to

NEW YORK CITY!

NEW YORK IS BACK!!!

You may like this tribute to NY written while she was paralyzed and completely locked down by Covid-19.


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