May 5th 2006.... hope
I have found in the past few months the idea of hope has been visually recurring in my life. Always seems to come in the wake of someone passing or about to pass on.... written on the memory card for my college professor Antonette Rosato who passed on in February 2006:
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.
cancer its all around us.. with in us ... what have we created or done to make this planet have the need or think it needs to put this process on the planet.. is it a thought or a thought added with certain chemicals.... maybe the emotion of anger hiding with in all of us recreating and manifesting....so many people around me are suffering and touching death with this dis-ease ...