On my walks during the time of isolation, I've taken time to look for the signs of spring. They bring such hope. They remind me that some things still continue as they would without the viral invader. They hold a promise of changed circumstance. Hope resides here. As written by Chekov in 'Uncle Vanya':
We shall find peace.
We shall hear angels.
We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
I was also reminded of the description of hope written by Emily Dickinson.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
That 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 on the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb from me.
Dickinson (254)
Hold onto the hope. Isolating and changing everything we would usually do in day, a week, or a month can take a tole. There is hope.
The song for today revolves around a statement a good friend reminds me of often. Things will improve. the arrangement for this is different than many of her songs, but the lyrics are worth a listen. Stay safe. Enjoy!
The Best is Yet to Come -- Carole King
-- Hope and dreams -- Hope by Dickenson and song ???
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