mrr design

pencil tip sculptures

perfect for September 1, 2010

found via pencil revolution

September always feels like the beginning of the year for me, so I decided to make a few resolutions: slow life, balance, rest, determination, hope,

and I must remember the feathers,

those that fall in my path, and one of my favorite poems.

HOPE

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

there is always the possibility of hope in the midst of difficulty