That Whirly, Swirly, Feathery Thing

It is a “thing with feathers;” an act of resistance; in communion with “seeds of goodness…waiting to sprout when the conditions are right.”

Mystery, perpetuation, longing, are all byproducts of this force that endures because of us and in spite of us.

This force is Hope. We all yearn for it, and we all know it well.

Hope exists between our cells; in the …