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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson
“ and somehow it's funnier and more shocking that the story that involved a speculum. humour makes for fab summer reading! 2012-07-24
Mary: "http://www.medjugorjetoday.tv/ 8690/pope-knew-early-about-med jugorje/" (read)
Robyn: "Save another mom some trouble? Mission accomplished! We are having a Jedi Training birthday party for my son. The one thing he keeps asking us to do is a scavenger hunt….how? we keep asking ourselves. This..." (read)
cecilia: "just omit the meat from your bean meals, like meatless chilli and spaghetti. we love lentils here, lentil soup, lentil curry over rice… I’ll put some more thought into this." (read)
