‘Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul’

by Rashmee

Posted on March 13, 2021



Photo by Javier Allegue Barros on Unsplash

/FAITH, HOPE…

“Some people say there is a God; others say there is no God; the truth probably lies somewhere in between”
– W. B. Yeats

This week marked a milestone.

It was almost exactly 365 days ago – March 11, 2020 actually – that the World Health Organisation (WHO) declared a global pandemic.

Personally, this week marked 365 days of my not getting on an aeroplane. On March 10, 2020, I flew back from Washington, D.C. to London and haven’t left the country since.

Anyway, it’s been a strange year. For everyone.

And a sad year. For many, many people.

And a year of strength and solidarity. For some.

There is a growing sense of hope as spring brightens the western hemisphere. So too as my tomato seedlings valiantly hold their heads high after a thoughtless bout of overwatering. (This year, I’m growing five varieties, two American heritage, two Bulgarian and one British hybrid cherry that’s awfully sweet.)

The sense of promise keeps pace with my Scarlet Emperor runner beans. They’re growing as if auditioning for a ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’ panto.

Of course, the big numbers since March 11, 20201 (courtesy Morning Brew) are frighteningly large:

** Nearly 118 million people globally fell ill with the coronavirus, and 2.6 million people have died.

** More than 321 million vaccine doses have been administered in 118 countries.

Even so, as Emily Dickinson, said, “hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all”.

 


Rashmee has lived and worked in several countries in the past decade, including Afghanistan, India, Haiti, Tunisia, the UAE, US and UK

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