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Day 109 – “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

You might recall that I was just expressing gratitude for the lovely weather.
Today, it SNOWED. I don’t think there are the right kinds of words to convey just how freaking tired I am of this winter. It has been brutal. Not only the weather, but this season of life for myself and many in my community. It’s been a hard, hard, long winter. I am ready for spring and light and hope and temperatures above 40 degrees.

Today, however, that was not to be.


I bundled the girls up and let them run wild outside while my heavy-heart ran wild on the inside.

But then Sera came inside, grabbed the camera, ran back out and shot this:

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Itty bitty bird tracks in the snow.
A Robin perhaps.
A sign that the air is changing.
That hope is relentless.
That winter is true, but spring is on its way.


And a pair of nearly 10-year old feet–taking the lead, following hope.
Chirpy and alive and full of gratitude amid the winter’s snow.

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