“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

I don’t know how to get through the day without HOPE. As an empath, I often feel people’s energy walking in this world around me void of hope. It make me sad. I know that their journey’s are not mine to own, nor can I just wish it better for them and magically it will be. I see this within my own family. My heart aches for the people I love and also those I do not know when they have lost hope.

One exercise I often do is a quick mindfulness mediation on self-compassion which helps me find my center again and I can also offer my light and love to those who need it.