Bright Spots and Pass Alongs
When the world reveals too much darkness I tend to retreat. I know I can’t just hide and pretend it will all go away, yet I don’t want to dwell on tragedies and troubling events. So when the world is at its darkest I look up and out and around to find the bright spots.
And I escape by reading.
My love and prayers go out to those affected by the turmoil and troubles of the day. I do encourage everyone to keep looking for the bright spots as I am reminded of Emily Dickinson who spoke of hope:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
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“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
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Emily soothed my soul once again. Thanks for reminding me of the beauty all around.
For a recluse Emily sure knew how to address the human condition. Thanks for visit…
What a heartwarming post. And it was needed.
Thanks. Give your kiddo an extra squeeze.
Blue skies,
CM
Already did so. And will do so again and again.
Great quote, Emily was a true master with words.
Very lovely. That’s what I’ve learned to try to do, too.