Hope

 

"Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all."   Emily Dickinson

Comments

[Patricia Ludwick]

dear dear trudy,

it is so good to have your voice back again, to hear your heart through your words, and the words of others that help to convey what is happening between the lines. I respect your need for silence, and hope you know that all of your friends will hold your place in our own "string of pearls" whenever you need to simply sit in that beautiful room for grieving.

one more thought from those wonderful Zen monks, who composed poems for their own dying, to remind us that nothing is ever lost completely.

I won’t die.
I’m not going anywhere,
I’ll be here.
But don’t ask me anything.
I won’t answer.
Zen master Ikkyu (1394-1481)

with all kinds of gentle loving thoughts

patsy