Quote Tuesday

“Hope is the magic carpet
that transports us from
the present moment
into the realm of infinite possibilities.” ~ H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

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Creative Writing Saturday

Feathers, by Lydia Kimble-Wright (Simply Art By Lydia)

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

‘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

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The Journey

My reason for creating this blog was as another means to express my thoughts and feelings as I travel along my journey of self-discovery and awareness. Since my health forced me to stop working some years ago, I have been battling to find a new path–one to replace the old. Each time that I think that I’ve made some progress, I find myself right back where I started. At times it feels that I will never find my way. This poem by Mary Oliver resonates with me and offers me hope.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life.”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations–
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

by Mary Oliver



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