tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937807571393560668.post1747855572937765898..comments2023-03-21T04:39:46.871+00:00Comments on Living now...: Fear and helplessnessUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937807571393560668.post-72755027663579451032010-05-04T21:59:25.043+01:002010-05-04T21:59:25.043+01:00Hi Marj,
I read this and totally relate to this l...Hi Marj, <br />I read this and totally relate to this level of fear. I always tell my mother that women with a strong fear instinct are bound to keep their offspring alive. We do have anxiety for a reason but if it gets to the point of tipping over our rationality, then it needs to be handled. I thought so much of this poem and hope that you'll share with me a walk down memory lane with a poem about Hope! Cheers! Keep writing! Peedee<br /><br />Hope by Emily Dickinson <br /> <br />Hope is the thing with feathers <br />That perches in the soul, <br />And sings the tune--without the words, <br />And never stops at all,<br /><br />And sweetest in the gale is heard; <br />And sore must be the storm <br />That could abash the little bird <br />That kept so many warm.<br /><br />I've heard it in the chillest land, <br />And on the strangest sea; <br />Yet, never, in extremity, <br />It asked a crumb of me.P.D. Gourlaishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01908469050915236439noreply@blogger.com