It's been quite a weekend. Mom and I ended up at this sleepover thing hosted by one of the personalities on B98.7, a local Salt Lake radio station. It turned out to be just a lot of vendors peddling their stuff, and mostly really boring. Highlights included a yummy roll filled with ham and cheese, and mom and me sitting down in the lobby of the Hilton (where the party was held) talking about fun stuff, I only went because I wanted to spend more time with mom - so to be with her made it much less boring! We have such a fun time together.
Anyway, I just wanted to post this, it's my favorite poem - helps me through so many times of doubt and sadness. Here you go - and here's to a beautiful week!
Anyway, I just wanted to post this, it's my favorite poem - helps me through so many times of doubt and sadness. Here you go - and here's to a beautiful week!
XXXII
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; | 5 |
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; | 10 |
Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. - Emily Dickinson | |