I came across this poem today and thought it was just lovely. I have a little thing for bluebirds if you didn't already know. It is my reminder!
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
"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.
When I see a bluebird, it reminds me that my life is exactly where it should be. Everything is as it should be. My cup overflows with love and the Universe & God & I are in complete alignment. This is what a bluebird means to me.
I want to get a tattoo of one but I haven't completely decided on the specifics as of yet. Maybe one day I will decide. But, I kind of like just finding my bluebirds. They show up in the darnest places :)
What is your 'bluebird'?