“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

Musings & Meditations – February 12 2023

Now, every time I witness a strong person I want to know…

Musings & Meditations – February 7 2023

But nature more…

Musings & Meditations – February 2 2023

…and have found their way out of the depths.

Musings & Meditations – January 28 2023

We change in directions by degrees…

Musings & Meditations – January 5 2023

You can decide…