“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
Hope. It has substance. It has life and weight and it dances with faith. It calls us to action, and is the farthest thing from plain-ole-wishful-thinking you can imagine. It reminds us to dream, and lifts us out of boredom, lethargy, and depression. It has life, and it has a song. (There is a reason Emily D. is still quoted at dinner tables.)
But, what if hope sings from the perch of your beautiful soul and nothing happens? What if hope is all you have for what seems like an eternity, and nothing seems to be changing or growing? What if, despite the song of hope bursting from your chest, you still don’t see the thing you hope for materializing?
I’ve had to learn about this aspect of hope the hard way. Trust me, it was not easy, but I learned that hoping for the sake of hoping is like balm for the soul. And the best way to enjoy the process of hope and hoping is to let go of the attachment to the outcome.