Hope comes on a cool breeze
that awakens my skin,
lifting my heart to
possibilities that surround
to gently remind of our worth
in this life that threatens
to banish our being
so we can design our plans,
step onward and be at peace.
“‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul….”
~ Emily Dickinson, “Hope is the thing with feathers”
Tests have a way of drawing a line
with a black marker that seems
indelible. That F that you got in
a high school English class,
the lab values that suggest some
kind of health condition, the
drivers test that you flunked because
you didn’t know the speed limits.
Tests don’t say whether you are able to
learn the how’s and wherefores of life. A special teacher may believe in you; your parents may believe in you;
your friends may believe in you ~
those who knew you, long before
you believed in yourself. The tether
between hearts plays out while your belief
grows stronger, never completely
letting go. When your belief falters, that
tether is a life line to the truth of your worth.
“If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse; however if I treat you
as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that,”
~ Johannn Wolfgang Von Goethe
It’s always cheaper to
vacation in the shoulder
seasons, the weather
not as great, the views
a bit clouded, but
stepping aside
from the chaos is
worth the challenge.
“Thankfully, shoulder seasons can’t last forever.”
~ Michael Haubert, A Shoulder Season of Life
