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“Hope is the Thing with Feathers…”

Yesterday I woke up with the words “hope is the thing with feathers” on my mind, the first line of the poem “Hope.” by Emily Dickinson.

Later, while walking on the beach, I found a white feather fluttering on a weedy stem, which seemed quite auspicious considering my thoughts and it being the first day of the new year.

Today, despite my intention to write about parsley sprouting in my garden, and since a hopeful feather was on my mind, it seemed more appropriate to learn about Dickinson and her poem.

For no good reason, I have not had a good opinion of Emily Dickinson’s work. Apparently, I confuse her with Edna St. Vincent Millay, whom my mother loved. My mother tried to emulate Millay’s style in her own poetry- poetry that I found depressing and sometimes disturbing. Therefore, having read little of Millay’s work, I made an uneducated decision that it was also depressing and disturbing, which opinion I then mistakenly carried over to Dickinson.

After searching on the internet, I have found out that Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (1830-1886) lived mostly in solitude; her poetry reflected her fascination with nature, illness, dying and death, love, and religion; she wrote about 1800 poems, the vast majority of which were not published until after her death; and she loved her garden. She believed in tangible places of the mind and spirit, what she called the “undiscovered continent,” and in which she spent much time. She created an album of 424 pressed specimens of plants, known as “Dickinson’s Herbarium” (held at Harvard University’s Houghton Library, along with her writing desk, personal library, and an enormous collection of her manuscripts). Dickinson is known for her unique writing techniques and is considered one of the most important of American poets.

In the poem, a bird, the thing with feathers, represents hope. Merriam-Webster defines hope: to cherish a desire with anticipation; to want something to happen or be true; a desire accompanied by expectation of or belief in fulfillment; trust. This bird perched deep in our heart and soul, quietly sings a sweet song, despite the difficulties and strangeness of life, and asking nothing of us, encouraging us. Hope is an enduring human capacity that pushes us to hold on and survive life’s trials.

Thank you, Emily Dickinson.

To those of you reading this on the second day of the new year, I hope the “thing with feathers” will warm your heart and sustain you through whatever harsh or disheartening times you may encounter.


"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
And on the strangest Sea - 
Yet- never, in Extremity, 
It asked a crumb - of me.   

~Emily Dickinson

Another New Year, Another New Day…

Eight years ago, I started this blog. My intent was to share my interest and enjoyment of looking closer at the natural world by sharing photos and writing about my thoughts and findings. That year I posted 24 times. Then, I took a long unintentional break due to the usual life events and circumstances that pull a person away from certain activities.

As I look over my old posts, I am not impressed with my writing skill, and the photos that once seemed so inspiring to me, now look drab. I also remember that writing and sharing my words felt somehow self-indulgent. Funny, that sounds like a topic for a therapy session, so I’ll pack that thought away. However, I did receive many positive comments, and that is encouraging. I aim for improvement.

So today, in the spirit of a new year, I’m going to pick up writing on this blog again, continuing my intention to share with you my thoughts and findings on nature, as well as some other ideas. And, with the notion that expressive creativity is important, imperative even, my intention is to find ways to nurture my creative potential. Writing is one great way to do that. I have read some reliable studies that show expressing creativity can result in feelings of psychological well-being, a strengthened immune system, and many other positive effects.

Let me know what you think. What are some ways you express your creativity? I hope you will make a little time each week to nurture your inner creativity.

Wishing you all the best health and well-being this year!