Two words have been on my mind these past couple of days: hope and grace. Such powerful, life-changing words. I'm a bit too tired to be too articulate about them at this point in time, so I'll let others do the talking--about hope, at least.
First, 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.
Next, a clip from one of my favorite movies:
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