“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.”
– Emily Dickinson
This meditation left me wondering how many of us, those who have been forged like steel in a fire, have, perhaps without even realizing it, given up on hope, given up on miracles? How many of us have stopped believing for a little while?
It’s easy to do really. I mean there must be a human limit on let downs right? There must be a tipping point, which once you cross over burns hope like paper lit in a forest fire. There must be at least a million and one (sometimes literally) reasons to stop believing.
Yet miracles do happen, they happen every single day, in many small ways that we often don’t notice. And sometimes, they happen in big ways, just when we are certain that hope has flown out the window for a long anticipated European vacation.
So my compadres, those who know all that I know, today I just want to encourage you to hold onto the seagull feathers of hope, to be open to the presence of miracles. Because they do, and they will, happen.