2017: A Year of Hope

Hope is a Many Feathered Thing

“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.

-Emily Dickinson

Yesterday while hiking at Wilbur's Watch near Pigeon Point Lighthouse, I found over three dozen redtail hawk feathers. To me, hawks are messengers, reminding us to pay attention to all of life's messages. May all who read this receive a message of hope, a renewal of quiet optimism, and a determination to move through 2017 with grace and confidence.

Blessings for the New Year!

Kayla

Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson Edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)