Sharing Hope With the World
Hello, my name is Peggy McAloon. I’m an author, watercolor artist, retired Commercial Credit trainer, speaker, and conservationist. I am also a wife, mother, grandmother, and caregiver to two rescue dogs. I live a life now filled with hope, and I want to share that with you.
Welcome to my blog.
I am currently working on the third book in the “Lessons from Fiori” series and a mystery about a young reporter living in a lake cottage in Minnesota.
I had one simple goal in mind when I wrote the “Lessons from Fiori” series, and that was to inspire kids to be kind, a lesson taught by my grandfather, and to empower them to stand up to bullying and abuse. I suffered both as a child and remember what it’s like to feel hopeless in a world you can’t control.
A traumatic brain injury in the 1970’s taught me about the absolute terror of living in a world that offers no hope.
I have abandoned my previous website, http://peggymcaloon.com to bring you this new one.
My first blog started out as a parenting site on the tougher issues of parenting kids who are hurting or in trouble. My readers made it quite clear that there are very limited resources which offer the “Hope” that is so critical to our survival and success when faced with the social injustices many of our children face.
I wrote Elle Burton and the Reflective Portals and Missing for kids 9+. One of the benefits of being an author is hearing from your fans. I’ve heard from many women who were abused as kids who have read the first book in this series and commented to me they found healing in Elle’s story. I intended to give hope to kids, but I’m delighted so many moms have found that too.
I’ve also struggled with a traumatic brain injury. The doctors told me I would never work again. I believed them for five long years. They stole every ounce of hope I’d ever had from me. When I became suicidal, I also became angry. I decided to stop listening to the experts and find a way to regain my life so I could raise my two little boys. I created my own hope in the shadow of everyone’s lack of faith in me and in any higher power who might be able to direct my recovery. I talk about my recovery in one of my blog posts.
Today I travel, write, paint, and enjoy life. I’m retired from a lucrative position in the field of commercial credit.
Now it’s time for me to share the hope and courage it took me to make it through every bump in this road we call life. Walk with me on the path to renewed hope and lasting success!
Welcome to Peggy McAloon’s Hopeful World.
Hope is critical to our success in life.
My life has been a progression of both challenges and successes.
I will not tell you the path has been easy. It was often extremely difficult. At times, I wanted to give up and stop trying.
This website is devoted to those of you who have stumbled like me along life’s path. There are no absolute or perfect answers to anything.
The best we can do in this life is to believe in ourselves and share the inspiration we have found in the hope it will help others.
There were never any grandiose goals in my life. Mother demanded that our lives revolve around the activities at church. Religion was not just a primary activity for our family. It was a way of life. It provided a solid foundation of faith and hope as I endured childhood abuse. I loved to sit in our family pew at church and gaze up at the intricate stained glass windows that adorned the sanctuary. The glow of the morning sun through those windows glazed the congregation with streams of vibrant color. The colorful scene filled my very essence with assurances that the light would always shine down and protect me.
Hope is Found in Your Dreams
As I grew and began to study the history of the world, I decided I wanted to someday travel to view some of the grand cathedrals of the world. The magic of the Sistine Chapel and the works of Michelangelo and Raphael overwhelmed my senses as I gazed at the pictures in our history books. I dreamed of personally experiencing the wonders of the finest buildings ever erected to worship God. I believed in Guardian Angels and I had experienced miracles of faith. I was filled with hope that the dream would someday come true.
That dream brings me to this day. I am standing in one of the most awe-inspiring cathedrals ever created. I can feel God in the very core of my soul, as I stand and drink in the colors. It is inconceivable that a mere mortal could ever create the colors in stained glass that bombard my senses here.
There are greens that are so dark they very nearly dissolve into black at their core. Those incredibly dark greens filter into soft yellow tones as I gaze through the window. Every imaginable hue of yellow ochre and orange pigments glows in the rays of the rising sun. The horizon itself is ablaze with a crimson color so brilliant that I am forced to avert my eyes. It is impossible to describe the array of colors that are etched across my field of vision. The hope of a brand new day that will bring me closer to my dreams is fresh and vibrant in my new awakening.
I am humbled as I realize that I have achieved a major dream in life. I read the travel brochures constantly and believed my journey would start in Rome. I now suddenly understand that I just needed to open my mind and heart to my surroundings. The ultimate moment of goal achievement is here today, on the shores of a Wisconsin lake in God’s resplendent Cathedral of Nature.
It is bewildering to me that I have never understood before this moment that the most spectacular of the houses of worship would be in the very landscape the Creator placed for me to discover. Perhaps being older isn’t such a bad thing. I have grown through the years and have come to respect so many things I took for granted throughout my life.
Hope Can Be Found in our Simple Surroundings
Fall in Wisconsin is an astounding spectacle of changing hues. The transmutation of colors in the maple, birch, and oak trees explode against a backdrop of stately pines and limestone cliffs. The rising sun provides another rich palette of crimson and gold, which reflect from the dancing surface of the quiet waves shimmering across the surface of the lake.
It is at this moment that I hear the first shot. I feel as if I have been catapulted from my serene worship of creation and into the confusion of man’s innate ability to change the very essence of the air that I breathe.
The distant honking grows louder as I stare at the bay. I know as I watch the first Canadian goose emerge high above the treetops on the opposite shore that I will begin counting the birds.
Hope in Dedication
I learned as a small child that geese mate forever. Unlike man, they choose only one mate for a lifetime. As I watch the V-shaped formation of birds fly over my rooftop, I count 15 birds. I am convinced that the hunter has taken down one of the group, leaving one bird alone and one goose down along the lakeshore near the river opening.
How many times in life do we feel like the solitary goose? How many times do we feel so totally alone that we don’t know where we will find the strength to just get through the next few minutes? I have always counted the geese as they make their migratory way north in the spring and back south in the fall. Somehow I understand that the formations in liquid flight will contain an unequal number of birds.
Each time I count the birds, a part of my soul weeps for the solitary bird which flies just slightly behind and off a perfect V-shaped flight formation. I can identify with the bird that flies alone, because it is how I have felt so often during my life. It is devastating to feel that kind of total alienation from love and comfort.
Hope in Life
My goal is is to help you walk the path of life with hope. No one should ever feel totally alone. The real message here is that others have walked a path very similar to yours. We aren’t alone on this journey. We find hope and courage in each other’s stories. My goal is to bring you to the Peggy McAloon Blog anytime you feel hopeless for some encouragement and inspiration.