The Thing With Feathers

September 7th, 2014 by Magdalena Tabor

As summer draws to a close in anticipation of a new season, we pause and reflect on its offerings; tomatoes on the vine, string beans the thing with feathersby the bushel full, glorious weather, and strangely illness huddling family and friends closer together. Something to be gleaned even from this. Cultivating hope when there was seemingly none, we mustered the courage to dig into dirt, scraping fingernails against rock to plant that tiny seed. The germination of new beginnings, the blush of leaves clinging to the tree that supports it. And with this we greet the arrival of fall with its earthy scent prodding one to breathe deep and let go a sigh of relief however small.
The process of healing begins. We seek the solace in the familiar, the simple day to day activities pulling us back into routine. Grateful for that slouchy old chair at the end of the day, we hold onto what comforts, no matter how battered. Proven kindred spirits.
None of this is possible without hope. It begins with an act of kindness, a word of reassurance from a stranger who recognizes himself in your own discomfort, who knows this will pass and graciously tells you so. One day you’ll have that same opportunity to pass the torch to someone else. And so on and so on and so on. And kindness envelopes the whole like a warm blanket. Human beings acting like human beings and not what you read in the news jarring the senses. In the words of my favorite poet:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And though the battle rages and the road is a long and arduous one, may you, my friend, never be without that glimmer of hope. Happy new beginnings, again and again.

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2 Responses to “The Thing With Feathers”

  1. Michael Tabor Says:

    Hope and love

  2. magdalena Says:

    Gets you through.

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