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Hope is the thing with feathers*

Today I have mostly been thinking that Mr Hilarious was absolutely right when he said there’s a big difference between WeeGee being all brave and independent and hard hearted and WeeGee cutting off her nose to spite her face. I do so hate it when Mr Hilarious is right……

I spent the day at the hospital having a ‘procedure’ A small and non life threatening procedure, but a scary one nonetheless. It ended exactly the way I had been told it would but hoped it wouldn’t. Being prepared is all very well and good but hope, it would seem, is so much stronger.

I don’t know why I insisted on going by myself, except for maybe I didn’t want anyone to see the hope I was pretending not to carry around with me. Still. I shouldn’t have gone by myself because I didn’t need to be lonely on top of scared and sad. There’s a lesson there – WeeGee shouldn’t be doing tough stuff by herself BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T HAVE TO.

When I got home I put the radio on and a song came on that took today and wrapped it all up in a neat little nutshell. It’s funny the way insignificant things take on significance when you’re in the right frame of mind:

It’s a sad little song, isn’t it? That said I also happen to think it’s filled full of hope and we’ve already established how strong hope can be.

I’m conscious that this is one of those cryptic posts I spit out every so often. I’m sorry I can’t be more candid yet. To be fair this is as close as I’ve come to a password protected post in the history of How do you eat an elephant?

Anyway. This evening I shall mostly be feeling a bit tender, and a bit sad, and a bit hopeful. I’ve decided to hang out online for company because it occurred to me today that my online friends don’t really exist. I mean that in the nicest possible way though, because what doesn’t exist can’t hurt you.

Sending HUGE hugs in the hope I get one or two back because that’s the kind of mood I’m in today.

Lots of love, WeeGee xoxoxox

* Borrowed from one of my favourite Emily Dickinson poems:


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.


20 thoughts on “Hope is the thing with feathers*

  1. Gentle hugs beautiful WeeGee.
    I went alone once to a flipping spinal tap. My punishment for that was the worst headache I’ve ever had in my entire life. My brain needs to learn the hard way for asking for help.

    I hope you are okay.
    More hugs


  2. Aww, listen, if you are ever lonely, please know that I am there at the end of a text, always. Someone so lovely should never have to feel lonely. I hope the tenderness gets better soon. Lots of healing thoughts xox

  3. Aw WeeGee, come here*throws open arms* I’ve been told I am a very good hugger. Sending lots of comfort and support your way. What ever it is when you are ready we’ll be right here to listen. xxx

    1. So many to choose from but I love this one. Thanks for the hugs and wishes xoxoxox

      ps – I think your package arrived today but it wouldn’t fit through the letter box so they took it to the sorting office. I’ll collect it on Thursday when I’m back on my feet. EXCITING πŸ˜€

  4. You can always have hugs from me. I’m sorry you went to the hospital alone. I know how you feel. I hate it and it terrifies me, but I suck at reaching out and realizing I don’t *have* to actually go alone.
    Warm thoughts and lots of hugs ❀

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