Spring has sprung!
That shining ball in the sky has returned , albeit sporadically between showers! (It is ireland after all!)
The shoots are popping up, the lambs are leaping in the fields and nature shakes off her winter coat in exchange for a greener blanket!
Hope springs eternal.
I thought of Emily Dickinsons poem:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
BY EMILY DICKINSON
“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.
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Hope is such a precious thing. It can keep us going in the darkest of times and can be that tiny glimmer within that can help the human spirit endure countless hardships.
It can come from within or be poured into us from family , friends or community. When you are at your lowest, you never forget those that came to you in your hour of need, when all hope felt lost, they threw you a lifeline.
Our resilience is formed in these times. We learn the depths & breaths of our character. Acknowledging our mortality, our frailty & fragility. We discover character flaws and uncomfortable truths about ourselves.
To move through that pain and begin to thrive instead of survive is truly awe inspiring.
It takes courage to do an internal inventory. To be truly honest with ourselves. It’s best done in therapy as you have accountability and are in a safe environment to work through stored trauma , but it can be undertaken gently and with due consideration for your own emotional needs.
Helplessness suffocates hope.
Action — however small — feeds it. Connection is vital.
When someone feels seen, heard, understood & loved it can help considerably toward building a sense of hope within the individual.
We live in a chaotic world with an ever changing political environment. Simply switching on the news in the evening can drain our sense of hope that everything will be alright.
We need a sense of hope in our lives.
Think of it like this, you have survived 100% of your worst days so far! That has to count for something!
Spring brings hope with it.
The time of darkness comes to a natural end and we can all
Look forward to long evenings and birdsong in the air once more.
I’ve found listening to the birds singing as I drink my coffee one of the greatest pleasures in life.
Their music speaks directly to my soul and I understand how Emily Dickinson was inspired to write Hope is a thing with feathers….
Have a great month
Fiona
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