Saturday, July 4, 2009

Running for my Everything

This poem by Emily Dickinson went through my mind this morning as I ran:

"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all".

I ran for my Everything today.

2 comments:

  1. I am not sure of the meaning for you in that last sentence - but to me it was profound and I can't wait to get out there again and run for my Everything :)

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  2. Thank you for your kind words. I'm very touched that you found a special meaning in my blog.

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