Hello,
This month I only bring you this poem. I taped it to my bathroom mirror over 25 years ago when going through a troubling time. It so warmly and candidly speaks to me still today. I hope you enjoy it too.
“Hope is the thing with feathers”
By Emily Dickinson
“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.
Wishing you a hopeful, loving December. Thank you to each one of you for making our lives wonderful because we know you. Call me and let me know if you need anything.
Hugs and love,
Candace & Team
