Hope.

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.

Through rose tinted glasses.

‘What are we human beings without hope’?    (The Moon Sister by Lucinda Reilly)

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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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