"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
that perches in the soul-
and sings the tune without the words-
And never stops at all-
-Emily Dickinson 254: https://www.lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/2004/03/08/emily-dickinsons-hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers/
I hear robins outside...What a beautiful melody they sing...so full of hope and promise. It is also full of gratitude for life and new beginnings.
Many of us won't hear that song today. Some because we are so wrapped up in our busy work or our mental activity, ruminating over what we did this weekend that we shouldn't of or holding our breath and waiting for that something 'better' than this moment to show up in the future. Some of us are too busy distracting or numbing, stuffing emotion deep down inside so ferociously we bury the spring music with it. Some of us, many of us in this community, will still be wrapped in such dark heaviness and pain we cannot see or hear anything beyond it.
Sigh! It is true...many of us won't hear the robins singing so beautifully, just for us, just for all. We will not feel the sun and mild breezes on our faces, will not smell the tangy earth waking up below our feet. We will be anywhere but in this moment. We will be somewhere other than in this Life right here and right now.
If we could only just stop and listen we would see what is truly important and what isn't, wouldn't we? We would feel...like the robins...alive and grateful, would we not?
For those of us distracting, numbing, too busy and too caught up in our monkey minds, what a wonderful reprieve a moment of listening would provide...an opportunity to wake up to what is really important would ensue.
And for those in the depth of such heavy grief...maybe , just maybe, it would offer a little comforting lightness to the darkness that has suddenly descended upon their worlds.
I don't know. I wish we could all hear this music of Life together and feel the light of Easter in our hearts...if only for a moment.
All is well in my world.
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