Feeding Hope

Hope is an integral part of well being, made up of the belief that we can find pathways to our life goals and the ability to follow through (agency) and achieve them. Hope is serious business. Emily Dickinson’s poem, “Hope is the thing with feathers,” simple and inspiring, has been a helpful reminder to me during difficulties.

YES we are blessed with an ever available source of love, “perched” in our souls. YES this source of love can withstand great storms. YES we can trust this source to guide us in uncertain times. But….unlike in the poem, Hope does require something from us and asks far more than “a crumb.”

A high sense of hope comes from taking care of ourselves, for surrounding ourselves with a community of support, and engaging in practices that make us creative and strong. We need creativity to find new pathways to our goals and we need strength to sustain us in following through and achieving our goals. Especially when our goals are as immediate as “today I will not give up.”

How are you feeding your Hope?


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.

My Spirituality Is…

My Spirituality Is:
Openhanded compassion- Embracing my love- Struggling- Nurturing within family- Generosity of spirit- Love in action- Openness of heart- Lost and Found- Search for connection- Connecting to nature- Coming home- Om- Musical- Ancestral- Friendship-Transformation- Comfort- A gentling of the fire- Blessed and grateful surrender- Peace and Justice- Poetry in motion- Creativity of love- Climbing trees- Playing in the stream- Mother Earth’s beauty- All beings as one love- Self reliance- Blessing of stars- Liberation of all-

In Just Spring

When I was a little girl I would often walk the yard with my mother. As soon as it was warm enough to be outside without a coat, we would slowly walk around the yard, noting the progress of the bulbs and other flowers. She with a coffee cup in hand, me trailing along beside her.

We would walk a few steps, stop, admire….she’d tell me the latin names for whatever plant we were near…we would walk a couple more steps, and stop…she would gesture with her hands how tall some shrub would eventually be in 2 or 3 years time and how this nearby evergreen would some day fill in the fence and hide the neighbor’s ugly electric meter…then we would walk a bit farther and my Mom would be still and silent. I could see from her familiar drifty gaze that she was envisioning a carpet of blue tiny flowers that would spread from the few plants now showing. My role was to say, “Ooh! ….Ahh!” at the appropriate times.

From my earliest memories it was like this, sometimes I walked around and tried to take in the information she was sharing…but the greatest gift I got from these walks was a religious education. It was entrancing to be with her, to learn the vision of a gardener.

Thich Nhat Hanh tells us:

“In April, we cannot see sunflowers in France, so we might say the sunflowers do not exist. But the local farmers have already planted thousands of seeds, and when they look at the bare hills, they may be able to see the sunflowers already. The sunflowers are there. They lack only the conditions of sun, heat, rain and July. Just because we cannot see them does not mean that they do not exist.”

Gardeners are perhaps the most successful optimists in the world. Gardeners are people of faith, ones who see beauty and hope where none currently exists. It is easy for most of us to lose sight of the warmer, more plentiful times of year in the fall, when plants are dying back and the sun is retreating. Through the grey and icy winter- how do we keep hope alive? Gardeners do it by securing a promise of bright days under the soil.

As we mark the beginning of Spring- the bulbs we planted in our fall gardens are coming up now- some are even blooming. We are turning the soil in our vegetable patches, preparing to plant for the future. Sure the ground seems bare, but there is great potential and a renewal of what we know is good, and that hope carries us through until colorful blooms and plentiful harvests fill our senses.

The stories of resurrection make a lot of sense in the spring. People have found ways to pass along the wisdom of knowing that even in the darkest of times, there is hope for the future. Hope that we all carry around inside, just like a seed carries all the potential of a sunflower.

(A message delivered to Channing Memorial Church on March 25, 2012. By Halcyon Westall)