“Hope is the Thing with Feathers”

Because sometimes, that’s all we ever have…

In my undergraduate days at Oberlin College, and my study of English and Comparative Literature, I was always so fascinated by Emily Dickinson.

She was always mysterious, an enigma, and often very misunderstood.

Let’s just say: I can relate.

Also, someone I later dated had a direct ancestral lineage to Emily Dickinson and we once toured her house in Amherst together and it was wonderful.

So, why am I thinking of this now?

I suppose it’s because I’ve always felt a very intuitive connection with birds.

“Birds of a feather flock together” and all that. The last time I was in my beloved UK, somewhere between the Serpentine Gallery and Hyde Park I had this wonderful experience happen to me which I very much loved and enjoyed

And right now, I am very much in need of happy thoughts and experiences.

And, the associated remembrances of them for my heart, mind and spirit.

To set the scene, it was (rather unusually) a particularly hot and humid day in London but the skies were blue, and people were out and about enjoying the day. Hyde Park is so very lovely and so very expansive, I could literally spend all day there and still not have walked every square inch of it; and yet, that’s also part of the charm of it, too…it’s just absolutely perfect to me, always.