Handmade Collection

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

This blog is to display my collection of items that began as a ode to hope, as described so beautifully by Emily Dickinson. When I came across the word fledgling, it spoke to me of risk. A fledgling is a bird that has left the nest, or fledged. It has taken a risk and moved out of its comfort zone, an analogy which perfectly suits the human condition. When we take the risk and move from the nest, we are left with the hope of our future. The song of the fledgling is a song of hope, a song that rings out and declares that life is worth living to those who have perhaps been through a lot of roughness. It cries out of dreams yet unrealized and has the power to bring adventure back into the most dreary of lives.

Thomas Merton said, "The rain ceases, and a bird's clear song suddenly announces the difference between Heaven and Hell." That is the song that makes a difference, that is the song that rings of freedom. That is the song of hope.

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