There have been quite a few mentions of snowdrops over the last week. I was certainly lifted the other day when I saw them for the first time this year. Im not too well today, and while looking through old posts I realized that It was the same date today, a year on from writing this post. I thought some of you might enjoy another read, and for today I will rest my rather sore eyes and ‘hope’ that a visit to the doctor tomorrow will bring some relief. Enjoy and look out for the snowdrops.
‘What are we human beings without hope’? (The Moon Sister by Lucinda Reilly)
I have always loved this poem by Emily Dickinson. I don’t know when I first read it but it comes into my mind so often at times of difficulty, and I know it inspired me when writing my own ‘hopeful poetry’. I keep asking Santa or the birthday fairy for a book of her poems, as yet it’s not arrived, but I will keep ‘Hoping’!
My week seems to have been full of reminders of hope. I was walking Jess around the park the other day, there was a cold bite to the air and the sun was shimmering and dancing through the trees, it was a perfect English winter morning, bright, fresh and crisp. The weather on its own would have been enough to lift my spirits had they needed lifting, but what was unexpected…
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