So for my last “Hope-etry” sharing before the next The On Being Project Hope Portal podcast, I thought I would give a go at putting together something of a poem.
Thank you for reminding me hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul - at times when I struggle beneath the shadowed trees unsure of the future.
Yes, it is definitely a poem! I have goth corgis here too, and will never forget that name. The sunrise photos are hope, captured. Thanks for including them.
That was a beautiful poem. And has very visual mages. You must have walked really early. I was picking blueberries on a friend’s farm at 7:45 and it was hot already.
Beautiful everything 🙏
Thank you for reminding me hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul - at times when I struggle beneath the shadowed trees unsure of the future.
Thank you Doris. And hope is in both. :-)
Indeed
Yes, it is definitely a poem! I have goth corgis here too, and will never forget that name. The sunrise photos are hope, captured. Thanks for including them.
That was a beautiful poem. And has very visual mages. You must have walked really early. I was picking blueberries on a friend’s farm at 7:45 and it was hot already.
Left my house at 525a…
💞