On hope (via Emily Dickinson)
2 min readOct 6, 2021
I have always loved these stanzas 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
I’ve repeated these words multiple times — to myself. They speak to me. They make sense. They somehow “explain” the unexplainable nature…