Still here.
Always looking for . . .

Lately, I’ve been thinking about Emily Dickinson’s famous lines about hope . . .

“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

Maybe . . . it isn’t just “the thing with feathers,” though.
Maybe . . . it’s the egg!

I came across Letter to Tomorrow, a lovely poem by Jackie Morris, and she proposes that hope . . . is an egg. (You might already be familiar with Jackie Morris as she is one of the author/illustrators of The Lost Words and The Lost Spells — absolutely beautiful books that are worth a look.)

Then . . . I discovered this delightful video illustrating her poem. It’s lovely. And a wonderful reminder about the power of nature . . . even in the dead of winter. (It’s short; go ahead and watch. You won’t be sorry.)

In her hand she holds an egg . . .


Here’s to a hopeful, rest-filled weekend for all of us.


If you’d like to read the full text of Jackie Morris’ Letter to Tomorrow, you can click here. And if you’re interested in learning more about Jackie Morris and her work, you can click here to visit her website.