Sunday, 24 June 2012

Hope. Always hope.

On the base of my spine I have a lotus flower tattoed with the word 'dum spiro spero' underneath it meaning while I  breathe I hope.
No matter what there is always hope.
Always, always.



"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."
     
~Emily Dickenson~

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