“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
I have been feeling an influx of hopefulness lately – crescendoing to a swell this beautiful morning with both the delight of coolness after days of Chicago hot-mugginess, and (more importantly) having my very beloved nephew Owen here visiting after taking the Illinois Bar Exam.
So I can attribute some of my heart’s fullness and joy to these outer events today. And perhaps some of the rather big (for me) dietary changes I’m making are starting to have neurological effects on my brain (learning a lot about that from the book Potatoes Not Prozac: Solutions for Sugar Sensitivity).
I wonder though if it’s that cut and dried. I DO think a wide variety of things affect our moods and worldviews.
But at some level I think it may boil down to desire, willingness and grace.
My mom used to say “You become what you think about” and I’ve been thinking about the life I want to lead. naturally, in placing my order it’s of the happy, joyous and free variety!
I’m willing to do what it takes to get there. I think this involves a lot more changing of little habits and a lot less Big Dramatic Jumps.
And I trust that God’s grace is pouring over my life.
All that said, I have been in periods of my life where it felt like one externally based calamity after another (I’m particularly thinking of 1997-1998 in which my then-partner and I experienced 3 very big deaths in our families within 6 months, one of them the likely murder of her 21 year old nephew). Life can seem capricious and harsh.
And yet, I agree with Emily Dickinson – who continued on to say:
“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.”
Or – to put it in a slightly more modern way, as Bob Marley said:
“Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”
Got hope? I do -you?