(I've unpacked this previously published post as it still resonates with me during this season of waiting and rejoicing.)
|"'Hope' is the thing with feathers --|
That perches in the soul --
And sings the tune without the words --
And never stops -- at all -- . . . " Emily Dickinson
Tis the season of quick moving, calendar jam-packed with activities, and more to do than time to do it all. Why then would I even begin to suggest it's time to pull over from the highway of life for a sweet rest stop?