grief, I find, is not desolation or rebellion at universal law or deity. I find
grief to be much simpler and sadder... All the things he loved tear at my heart
because he is no longer here on earth to enjoy them. All the things he
- John Gunther
is a quote fromDeath Be Not Proud.For those who do not know, the story
chronicled the struggles of Gunther’s teenaged son, who passed away from cancer
in the 1940s.This week, when visiting
an ill friend and hearing of a passing of another, I thought about the quote and
how it echoes truth—about death and how it leaves such a void in the heart
everytime—a void in the inner being and how we miss them so.It is a grief that is always there; that
always surrounds us in our wake.We can
only find strength to move beyond that saddness in the belief that they find
rest and peace when they are no longer with us.It is definitely that Hope that
sustains me when I lose loved ones that are dear to my heart.
“Courage doesn’t always roar.Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the
end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.”Mary Anne Romacher
A very near and dear friend sent this quote on a card a few
months ago.As I look at it everyday, it
reminds me small accomplishments lead to big ones and to take pride in the
little as well as the monumental ones.I, like many, become so engrossed in my main goal; my ultimate purpose,
that I forget sometimes to step back and take a breath.Life, I become to realize, is so short that
we should have the courage to say, “tomorrow is another day-- I will try again
This poem by (guess who?) Emily Dickinson caught my eye today
and I decided to post itSometimes, we
all need to take heed of the joy in life because we never know when it will be
cut short.Well, today is my day to be
reminded of that…and who better to do this than my all-time favorite poet!Hope you enjoy and have a great weekend!
’T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
This side the victory!
Life is but life, and death but death!
Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!
And if, indeed, I fail,
At least to know the worst is sweet.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can prevail!
And if I gain,—oh, gun at sea,
Oh, bells that in the steeples be,
At first repeat it slow!
For heaven is a different thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o’erwhelm me so!
I’m back at Messiah College for my final semester.I can’t help but to feel a spark of
excitement as I continue on this on-going journey.Even though I know this the beginning of the
end of something special and unique, there is much more ahead of me.I’m reminded of the old adage, “a door never
closes unless another opens” and I truly believe this.Life’s road has many potholes, but in the
end, it is all worth it!
I came upon this news clip today and thought it was totally inspiring.Even though it is old, this
shows what true determination brings if one has a mindset for success.Once again, I thank you for your continuing
support as I embark on my final semester!Writing my blog has been one of the joys of my weekly routine for 2 ½
years and I’m truly grateful for your readership!And now, the video!
P.S. I'm so sorry about the sound! If you mute it, it's worth watching :)
this is a recognizable piece of wisdom, but today I came upon it and spoke
volumes to me.As I feel the winds of
change approach in my life, I find myself desperately clinging to things and
routines I know and take refuge in them.However, I have come to realize that the more I resist the hands of change;
it is harder for me when it inevitably comes.HOPE, I believe, is the guiding light that leads us ultimately to shore.
I watched this lecture today and was totally blown
away.It reminded me of the book review
I wrote for my last internship.For me,
Dr. Grandin is the definition of “differently abled.”I truly hope you’ll be impressed as I when I watched
Today, I wanted to share my favorite poem written by Vachel Lindsay.Although I was introduced to the
piece several years ago, it reveals a fresh prospective every time I read it. As
I re-visit it, I’m in awe of this poem’s power to paint poignant images in my
mind, and certainly in others.I hope
you enjoy this poem as much as I do.
Have a great weekend, everyone!
Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight
(In Springfield, Illinois)
It is portentous, and a thing of state
That here at midnight, in our little town
A mourning figure walks, and will not rest,
Near the old court-house pacing up and down.
Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards
He lingers where his children used to play,
Or through the market, on the well-worn stones
He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away.
A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black,
A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl
Make him the quaint great figure that men love,
The prairie-lawyer, master of us all.
He cannot sleep upon his hillside now.
He is among us:—as in times before!
And we who toss and lie awake for long
Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door.
Hope is a student at Messiah College in Grantham PA. Due to Cerebral Palsy, Hope is in a wheelchair and without the use of her arms, legs, and voice. All of her computer entries are performed with one toe.