“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
Thursday, December 4, 2014 by lifeonthecutoff
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Glad to see this post, Penny. You and Tom have been close to my heart.
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Thank you, Andra. We appreciate knowing it. 🙂 Hope that MTM is continuing to heal.
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I wish Tom a quick and event-free recovery Penny. I love the poem 🙂
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Thanks, Janet. So far, so good. 🙂 It is a lovely poem and I was delighted when Marilyn mentioned it in a recent comment. Stay warm.
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So relieved to hear about the surgery. I thought of you all day and hoped you were not by yourself.
My mother would be pleased that the poem is so well liked by you and your readers. It was her favorite and she was quite the Dickinson scholar.
I trust you can have a peaceful weekend. The prayers continue.
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Marilyn, we both appreciate it. Healing continues and we slowly turning a corner.
Oh, I am so delighted to read your words and learn of your mother’s appreciation and knowledge of Dickinson. Whenever you mention her, Marilyn, I can just feel the love and the admiration you have for her. Again, thank you for sharing this poem. I really should have posted the entirety of it.
A quiet weekend is planned, for sure. Thank you.
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In Native American spiritual teachings, tying a feather to a branch or to tall grass is a form of prayer … Love your image. Just this afternoon, I went back to the meadow to find feathers from my fallen ruffed grouse. I found three. 🙂 Best Thoughts and prayers to Tom and to you …
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Oh, Teresa, thank you for bringing this Native American spiritual teaching to me. Thank you. We seem to have in common a penchant for fallen feathers. So many find their way into the house. I imagine the grouse feathers are to be lovely. Thank you, Teresa. It is appreciated.
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So glad it went well Penny, and I wish you both a gentle time and the best possible outcome.
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Thank you, Juliet. A gentle time. What a thoughtful and appreciated with that is to give. You always find the right words to say at just the right time.
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What a gorgeous photo, Penny! And it’s wonderful to hear that the surgery went well. We will definitely remain hopeful!
And we do have something else in common. I have a peacock feathers in my living room and a little vase with wild turkey fathers that I gathered from my aunt’s property in 2001 when I was there for her funeral. She lived on a big, beautiful piece of property with lots of “wild things” and the feathers are precious to me! I am so interesting in Teresa’s comment about feathers and prayers. What wonderful added meaning. I hope you and Tom have a wonderful week of quiet and healing, Penny. ox
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Thanks, Debra.
I can imagine those peacock and turkey feathers; a lovely reminder of your aunt. There is something about feathers . . . glad I’m not the only one who uses them in vases. 🙂 Isn’t it an intriguing comment. Teresa has a lovely blog, two, actually. One is devoted to her own poetry. We are keeping a “low profile” until his next doctor’s visit, and trying to enjoy the unfolding season. Hope all is well there – with just a wee bit more rain.
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Oh obviously I am reading backwards and catching up and before I knew enough to worry for your Tom, I see that he came through his surgery all right. I add my belated but still sincere good thoughts to everyone else’s for his continuing uneventful recovery.
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Good thoughts are most welcome backward, forward, or any-which-way, Sallie. Thank you. He continues to heal and is getting “antsy” to be moving about. A good sign. 🙂
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So very thankful to read this.
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