Hello dear friends.
During difficult times of trouble,
Adversity,
Anxiety and stress,
Nothing ever gets easier and we find ourselves spiralling in moments of wonder and despair.
When we choose hope,
We get stronger and even during these difficult times,
Anything is possible.
When I can affirm and say that I am hope and each day is a new beginning,
We strengthen our belief and hope becomes a thing with feathers.
In this beautiful poem written by Emily Dickinson,
Hope is a thing with feathers.
It displays so beautifully the availability of this hope if we opt to choose it.
Hope is a 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 so must be the storm that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea,
Yet never in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
