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.
As summer approaches and as the weather continues to heat up, I can't help but begin to feel buoyant about the possibilities that lie ahead of me. I feel and see hope in everything and the emotion continues to bubble up demanding to be shared.
A beautiful azure sky, listening to electronic dance music with the top down, having the ability to give a stranger on the street money when asked, a good hike, watching my boyfriend play with our new puppy, a surprise visit, putting together an outfit that makes me feel confident, new shoes, hearing about my younger cousins getting into great colleges and law school, drinks with friends on a warm night, a new client, 8 year old girls selling cupcakes for Japan. These may seem insignificant but each one of these moments propels me forward, making today bright and content with the arrival of tomorrow.
I received an interesting comment from a reader after posting "I love. I have loved. I will love." Her comment was, and I'm paraphrasing, if we spend too much time thinking about tomorrow rather than living in the now, then aren't we wasting the today? I understand the sentiment, but I wonder, without hope - about our lives, our world, our futures - would we be able to happily live in the now? She did, however, make a great point about enjoying our moments - "Accepting that everything changes - truly accepting - and that everything will pass good or bad, helps to live in the moment and enjoy the moment which is basically life itself."
So, readers, what is hope to you and where do you find it?
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