Seeking inspiration, finding hope
This has been one of my favorite quotes for a while:
"Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the song without words and never stops at all." --Emily Dickinson
I used to sing songs full throttle when I was around 10, wandering around the house when no one else was home, singing songs without words. I was looking for the acoustic "sweet spot" which might change depending on the note, pitch, and volume. They were very haunting--lots of minor notes and playing with scales.
The feathers remind me of some beautiful Christmas decorations that I bought as a present for my now-ex: round, stylized birds covered in feathers. I'd put garlands of pine out and nestle them in to them...I can't remember if I took my set with me or not...
And hope is a very tender feeling, I find. I can only hold it gently in both hands, cupped against my heart. It cannot be clutched, and does not like the roughness of seizing. So I call it forth, gently, prayerfully, and gratefully.
I AM Hope. Hope has been incorporated into my consciousness. More and more Hope unfolds in me.
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And you?