"hope" perched nearby
Photo by J. Harrington
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The dogs commented today, while we were out walking, that they appreciated the arrangements we'd made for warmer weather. Of course, being the superior organizer I am, all this beautiful break from bitter cold and snow and freezing rain occurred on the same day we'd made arrangements for the family to go see Rogue One. I found it enjoyable but it lacked the "knock your socks off" impact of the original, which I saw almost 50 years ago and half a continent away. Then again, leaving the cineplex and seeing melting snow in the parking lot did almost knock my socks off today. The fact that this weekend gets us halfway through this Winter gives me hope, and we know that "Rebellions are built on hope."
In that vein, tomorrow, at 6:00 pm in Minneapolis, Writers Resist - Twin Cities will be presented by PEN USA, The Dramatist Guild of America, and the TerraLuna Collaborative. Resisting the would-be reality of a former Reality TV star isn't yet as risky as stealing the plans for a Death Star, but it who knows what comes next. Maybe I'll see you there.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)
By Emily Dickinson
“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.
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