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
Some people escape from reality with video games or television. My escape has always been into literature and my own writing world. Being an English major in college was one of the purest delights of my life. There was a time when we all had to traipse to the library and wait our turn to check out these beautiful volumes of eye candy. Now with all this technology, I can have access to everything I can think of right here on my computer. Like tonight, was jonesing for some Emily Dickinson and BOOM here the great lady is at my fingertips. There’s a blog that for a time posted a poem a day of Dickinson called “Daily Dickinson” http://dailydickinson.com/about/. I love that someone took that space to share their love of this poet with whomever cared to join in. I love that we have these tools to inspire and to be inspired.
That’s really what all of us who are out here blogging are trying to do right, share what we love, what we know, what we care about with others? Many of us do it for free so you KNOW that we really want to do it because there are so many other things that pull at our time. We all want after that connection and there’s this rush that comes when you get an alert that someone has liked or commented on something that you wrote. Someone cared, someone took the time to click the link or leave that comment.
On the flip side, it’s heartbreaking when you spend time to put “pen to paper” and you are met with crickets… but this is nothing new. Writers have lived with this fear of “rejection” from the dawn of time. There’s a duty to preserve the thinkings and plottings of man (and woman) so that we are not forgotten. I take this seriously and I know that most other writers do as well. We are the storytellers, the griots, the guardians of our storied pasts and the dreamers who dare divine and declare the futurespace, spurring on those who take up the task of building things.
I think I’ll treat myself to the reading of those who came before me and remember why I love this noble art with all of my heart and soul.
~ Marta G.