Sunday, August 26, 2012

heather's feathers

This was a name of a book I loved when I was little.  Perhaps it was what began my interest and love of watching birds....was perusing a few other blogs and this one caught my eye...

Taken from the blog...The Thing With Feathers by Susannah Grace. Explaining the meaning behind the name of her blog.

The name is taken from an Emily Dickinson poem, which beautifully summarises the truth that it's in the centre of life's storms that hope becomes the sweetest, the most real & constant.

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


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    1. I laughed after i posted this...i was thinking hmm i have seen this before and really liked it - and then i remembered where...we must be drawn to the birds for their freedom :)


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