“Hope” is the thing with feathers “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me. By Emily Dickinson
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Musings & Meditations – April 18 2023
The way I see it, if something makes you sad when it ends, it must have been pretty wonderful when it was happening.
Musings & Meditations – April 14 2023
Joy, laughter and great possibility…
Musings & Meditations – April 10 2023
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change.
Musings & Meditations – April 3 2023
More compassionate, more loving, more present…
Musings & Meditations – February 12 2023
Now, every time I witness a strong person I want to know…