Day 1031: Hope

I hope I can express, in my first post about hope, how important hope is for human beings who struggle, cope, bruise, and heal.

I hope you understand that I’m saying that hope is important to all of us.

Hope is:

  • a word that comes up in therapy, every day.
  • something I hold for every person I encounter.
  • according to Emily Dickinson, “the thing with feathers.”

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I hope you don’t mind if I include that entire Emily Dickinson poem, here.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
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.

I hope you see the hope in today’s photos.

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I hope I am healthy and you are, too.

I hope you enjoy today’s music!

I hope you share thoughts, feelings, and music about hope, below.

Hopeful thanks to Emily Dickinson, to Frank Sinatra, to children everywhere, to Foxes and Fossils, to Crosby Stills & Nash (for creating “Helplessly Hoping“), to people who hope to heal, and to you — of course! — for reading this post and liking it (I hope).

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29 thoughts on “Day 1031: Hope

  1. I hop you have a great day Ann!
    Love the High Hopes music …. brought back hopeful and lighthearted feathery days from the past 🙂

  2. I hope you know how uplifting you are!

  3. One of my favorite books is The Anatomy of Hope by Dr Jerome Groopman- one quote from him “To hope under the most extreme circumstances is an act of defiance that permits a person to live his life on his own terms. It is part of the human spirit to endure and give a miracle a chance to happen.”
    I hope you have a great day Ann

  4. My internet is working pretty well this morning so I was able to watch “Helplessly Hoping.” Thanks!

  5. When I was young and studied Camus the one thing I could never understand was his belief that it was possible to live without hope. I still don’t understand it, but now I think the question is better phrased this way: why would one want to live without hope?
    Those rubber tree plants aren’t going to move themselves.

  6. May it spring eternal

  7. Feathers. I’m allergic to them. My poem would have to be:

    Hope is the thing with hypo-allergenic fibres
    That perches in the soul
    Encased in something dust mite proof
    That never sheds at all.

  8. Whenever you post that photo of the soy butter, I am compelled to go to the fridge and eat a spoonful of peanut butter. Which is yummy.

    But I also think of my father, who had a serious allergy to soy. It was challenging to shop for him, since these days soy is in most processed foods, including baked goods and sauces and even many ice creams and cereals. In his last few years, I cooked everything from scratch, careful about every ingredient since soy could even tun up in cinnamon powder or medications.

    When my youngest was a baby, we participated in a study that had us introduce foods very slowly in order to see if that would prevent allergies. The study showed the reverse, that kids who weren’t introduced to allergens like peanuts in their first year, were more likely to become allergic to them. Also, they were more likely to develop asthma. Now I wonder whether the reason my dad developed a late-in-life allergy to soy was that there weren’t really any soybeans around in Winnipeg when he was a baby. And if there had been, his family probably wouldn’t have bought them.

  9. Hope you know how much I love your choice of music, Ann. Sweet post. It does indeed spring eternal. ☺

  10. I feel hopeful everyday when I read your blog Ann. Your choice of music is great, I also liked seeing Michael for the first time and your beautiful son. What nice family!

  11. “Hope is the bird that feels the light and sings while the dawn is still dark” – Rabinadrath Tagore (Indian poet)

    Hope is my roadmap. I travel, knowing that if hope guides my path, my journey will discover unexpected joys.

    When depression strikes, and I lose hope, I work hard trying to find my buried treasure.

    Hope, sweet hope!

    ☕️❤️

  12. Hope is the rope
    to which we cling
    when nothing sings,
    and we can’t cope.

  13. Only hope keep us alive. Right?

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