In my healthier days, when I was happily working at the zoo, I wrote a weekly newsletter for the docents and volunteers. My service dog Henry was always eager to contribute bits of wisdom to my weekly tome, so when he heard I was writing a blog, he asked if he could add a few words. Of course, I said yes. So today I’m turning it over to him…Take it away Henry!
This is Martha’s blog, but, as always, she needs my help. She loses hope and gives up so easily. Jeepers creepers, when none of the eggs hatched, she was gonna chicken out altogether. In keeping with her recent neurotic obsession fascination with feathered friends, I want to share something 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.”
More later, I hope!