day 92: hope is the thing with feathers

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; 

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; 

yet, never, in extremity, 

it asked a crumb of me.

~ emily dickinson

01.12.10 - it's been about a week and half since we've started the new year. i've noticed my friends are generally feeling more upbeat, re-energized, and willing to take on new challenges. that's always the wonderful thing that comes with starting a new year or a new chapter in our lives. may this hopeful feeling be around for many more days/weeks/months to come for everyone.