Hope

 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul…

And sings the tune without words

And never stops… at all. ”

-Emily Dickenson

Lately, perhaps out of necessity, I’ve been jotting down one thing I’m grateful for each day.  Somehow, the deliberate act of writing it down and tossing in my “grateful” jar restores me.   I have alway had hope, but as I age, I find the world more frightening.   Maybe now, more than ever,

Emily’s quote reminds me that hope is eternal.   As hard as it can be to muster, it’s there to be nourished.

How do you nourish your hope each day?

When I look at this picture of my mother, taken over the summer in her back yard by my sister,  I’m nourished.  I see the wisdom, grace and beauty of years lived. ❤

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