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

 

Awwwww ... Many years ago my mom had a pen pal that made her this sweet little birdie pitcher. Hoping I can find a spot in this jam packed to the brim house, so I can see it all the time.

Celebrating Malala today!

Anyone else jumping up and down over the news this morning that Malala Yousafzai (and co-recipient, Kailash Satyarthi, fellow child rights advocate) won the Nobel Peace Prize?! 17 years old and won the Nobel Peace Prize! Her unrelenting courage, determination and sense of hope, blow me away. In her speech of thanks, she thanked her beloved father "for not clipping her wings".

May we all be inspired and emboldened to action by this brave, compassionate soul. May all girls fly free and pursue their sweetest and boldest and wildest of dreams.

Wishing you a happy and fabulous Friday!