It’s not that I didn’t know about Hope.
It’s always been a part of my life and I am even using the word in the tag lines for the benefit I am planning. But after I wrote about my fear last week, and got it off my chest (I hope I didn’t depress or scare anyone), I did a lot of thinking. And then WHAM! it hit me. It’s all about HOPE!
That’s what I feel about helping people, and that’s what helps us all get through everything that is a trial. We have hope and with hope, we survive.
Hope is the Thing with Feathers
“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.
I recently read Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl. Between 1942 and 1945, psychiatrist Viktor Frankl labored in four different death camps, including Auschwitz, while his parents, brother, and pregnant wife perished. Based on his own experience and the experiences of those he treated in his practice, Frankl holds that we cannot avoid suffering but we can choose how to cope with it, find meaning in it, and move forward with renewed purpose.
Frankl’s theory—known as logotherapy, from the Greek word logos (“meaning”)—holds that our primary drive in life is not pleasure, as Freud maintained, but the discovery and pursuit of what we personally find meaningful.
- sunshine and rain
- food and drink
- mountains and rivers
- hugs and kisses
- silliness and giggles
- building strength
- building courage
- Trees and forests and plants
- changing lives
- saving lives
- success and learning from failure
- exercise and dance
- goals and challenges
- education, learning, and graduations
- sunrises and sunsets
- love and friendships
- family and connections
- time alone
- getting all dressed up
- pajama days
- seeing your pets at the end of a day
- a good night’s sleep
- the feeling of satisfaction from working hard
Hope is the thing with feathers—a bird that perches in our souls…it never stops at all.
Hope is sweetest in the storm, when we need it the most.
Hope keeps us warm when everything is at its coldest.
It asks nothing from us. Not even a crumb.