“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 BirdThat 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 Dickinson
One of my all time favorite poets and poems.
In The Studio today May 2, 2012 I drew this bird, scanned and digitally altered it. I was craving turquoise and red! My friend Teresa of Right Brain Planner tweets in #secretmessage hashtags. I love the idea because sometimes we want to express something to someone in this digital world without saying who precisely we are sharing it with. So – today I do my first of many secret messages.