"Hope is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul" I wish I could claim those words as my own; but I'll give the credit to American poet, Emily Dickinson (1830-1886). Those are the opening lines of her work (254) that she wrote in 1861. This is the poem in its entirety: Hope is … Continue reading Hope: The Feathered Thing
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Waiting for the Bluebirds
Lately I've been taking longer walks and noticing the birds in a flurry of activity with their birdsong on the morning breeze. Bluebirds fly over making quick jaunts across the street from one tree to another. I wondered if any had made nests in the two bluebird houses my brother-in-law put up for me last … Continue reading Waiting for the Bluebirds
Being Present for the Bluebirds
A few weeks ago, my brother-in-law, Winslow, put up two bluebird houses for me. Hearing him talk about the enjoyment he's had of watching the birds in his houses, I wanted to give them a try. While my life is very full, I know that I want to slow down and make the space to … Continue reading Being Present for the Bluebirds
Connie Rosser Riddle 