I've always found the end of one year and the beginning of another a hopeful time and despite the past few months I have continued this tradition. The past, although particularly difficult this year, is past and, being an unabashed optimist, I see the future as a place of possibilities. We may never fully get over the tragedies of 2012 - the families affected in Newtown and those families still struggling to overcome the disaster of Hurricane Sandy - but we can, together, move slowly through it. I can't help but remember the sight of the children of Newtown being let out of the school after the shooting. They kept their eyes closed and the hand on the shoulder of the one in front of them...completely trusting.
This is the card I have on my end table right now.
"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 chilliest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
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 chilliest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
Emily
Dickinson
Consider creating your own monthly meditations this year!
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