"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." - Emily Dickinson
What a beautiful story!!! I know I link many things, but this one, if you read nothing else this week, read this! It reclaims hope in the medical community, faith in the birth process, and a precious sense of awe that can only be known at the moment of birth! A birthstory in word and picture, it is.... oh, it is!
Posted by Nicole D