Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Hope with feathers on.

We have been traveling for a month now? In that time we have learned many of the stories of the people travelling with us. Many are old, some are dying. There is a middle aged man who is clearly handicapped in some way and in school he would be described as "Special Needs". He is happy as Larry and copes with everything thrown at him though I have occasionally helped out with a bit of reading! Some have already done the world more than once! The common denominator is not money. It is an eagerness to go on learning, to grow in spirit as well as intellectually. Hope is also a common ingredient even for those who know they are reaching the end of their journey so this morning watching the waves we are all full of hope that by the time we get to Honolulu the sun will be shining again. I bought a large sun hat yesterday with straps to keep it on. As an act of faith it is a small one but it is a signal of hope too! There is a poem by Emily Dickinson that says it well. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea Yet never in extremity It asked a crumb of me. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

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