“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune–without the words, and never stops at all,” Emily Dickinson
Have you ever seen someone sing the tune without the words? Or maybe, caught someone singing loudly in the next car over? Don’t you, in that moment, want to capture all of that lack of inhibition and join in?
I have a brother and sister-in-law that are known for being REALLY tone deaf. When they were in high school, they would sings songs from the radio, so loud and off key, it felt like my ears were bleeding. We all had the same reaction to them. We would laughingly beg them to stop. But, really, we all secretly loved it. They were so full of hope it was deafening.
Even now, years later, we ask them to sing their christmas carol. You know the song, Carol of the Bells? Yeah. Now, imagine two grown, 30 somethings, doing the, “Ding dong, ding dong,” “Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas,” in awful two part harmony, while popping up and down in a choreography that would embarrass the Vontrapp kids. So why do we ask them to do this? Because it is crazy hilarious! Also, it is full of a whole lot of hoping.
Back in those days, my brother-in-law want to be in a boy band. That was seriously his high school wish. He and his friends got their tips bleached and they walked by that 98 Degrees poster every time they left his bedroom. He knew that he was tone deaf. That didn’t matter to him. He loved the idea of it. Cherished it even. He also secretly knew he would never actually be in a boy band. Did not matter. Because he was enjoying the hoping. He was having fun! He was relishing the idea.
Am I saying that hope should be as blind as my brother-in-law’s high school dream? Probably not. But, as Emily Dickinson so beautifully said it “sings the tune–without the words, and never stops at all.” Hope shouldn’t stop. It should be an “all in” kind of hope. You should go so far as to get your tips bleached. And, if you want to put together a little choreography with your guy friends, then so be it.