Hope from Emily Dickinson

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...

Abundance of Caution

The things we have the most abundance of caution about are rarely the things that are actual risks. They merely feel like risks. ~Seth Godin Instead of an abundance of caution, choose faith over fear.