I love our home and I keep it clean and welcoming. Things are in order, even though my husband doesn’t seem to get the order at all times. I have a junk drawer or two, but that’s about it. I just cleaned out all the closets and cabinets during my annual spring cleaning; there is a bag with donation stuff in the garage and a few boxes are just waiting for the upcoming community garage sale.
They walk through my dreams every night
Haunting, silent, an essence just beyond reach
Supplying all I need and yet supplying nothing
“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
There are so many lost, alone and confused souls searching for answers and reasons why their lives seem so out of control. Imagine where we all would be without hope?