Hope and Dreams
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul . . .
And sings the tune without words
And never stops . . . at all
-Emily Dickinson
So often we believe that we have come to a place that is void of hope and void of possibilities, only to find out that it is that very hopelessness that allows us to hit bottom, give up our illusion of control, turn it over, and ask for help. Like the phoenix, out of the ashes of our hopelessness comes the fire of our hope. To imagine we are without hopes and dreams is to experience impossible loss . . . loss of our birthright as a human being.
Hope does spring eternal and hope does sing eternal, even when we have wax in our ears!
By RECOGNIZING and AFFIRMING my feelings of hopelessness,
I also open myself to the possibility of experiencing something else.
