No matter how different our lives may be, we each have a story that connects us with a beginning, a middle and an ending. That great stretch in the center is filled with equal parts pain and bliss. How we respond when the struggles seem to outweigh the joy is key to how we will feel when we reach the last phase of the journey. Valuing and reaching for hope when it seems hardest to hold has saved me over and over again. It's brought happiness and direction back into my world when I thought all was lost.
I welcome you to my new journal, as I stumble and soar. I hope you'll consider joining in the conversation. If you check out my "why" (above), you'll find more of what has brought me to this day.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.