“Hope” is the Thing with Feathers
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 Bird
That 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.
Consider the birds….
During August we are taking time to “Consider the birds” – we are slowing down and considering what Jesus was saying with these words….
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26
At the beginning of the month whilst one visitor sat in the labyrinth – she turned to look at the ‘in progress water feature’ and saw a robin purchased next to the word HOPE… they looked at each other for a while, then he flew towards her, as if to say, “Have Hope”.
The same robin drew near when a guest sat in the prayer den… she said, “You have such a friendly robin, he sat with me in the prayer den and sang to me”.
We have an interactive Journal where you can also share your ponderings, write down the different birds that you saw in the garden and together let’s discover a deeper meaning.
Personal retreats 9am – 4pm (Thursday – Saturday) for individuals to visit for half- or full- day quiet and reflection. Please book in advance here.
Groups are welcome for ‘away days’ or retreats. The break out rooms and garden nooks and crannies are just great for groups of around 15. . . . a refreshing and inspiring context for team building and vision casting. Secure the day that suits your plans by booking well ahead. Suggest some dates soon and enquire here.
You are welcome here
