in the gale…

For those living through the Hurricane Sandy …

image from scrapetv.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

Emily Dickinson

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Balm for the Spirit

Each Monday for the rest of the summer I will be posting a “Monday Meditation”, a quote, a poem, a video, an image to start the week with a moment of calm.  Enjoy!

“Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.  A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all’s right with the world.”
Ada Louise Huxtable

Lake of Two Rivers, Algonquin Provincial Park, July 2011