Healing from loss has required tapping into resources I never knew I had. I often found inspiration in unexpected places. Clinging to the idea of hope in the essential goodness of life and the positive flow of healing was not easy, but I found even my darkest moments held
promise if I remained open to possibility.

This uplifting poem by Emily Dickinson expresses the universal quality of hope.

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