Friday Night

Friday night around this table with the Jigidi community ♥

We internalize this poem by Emily Dickinson and go lighthearted into the night filled with good conversation, food and a general excitement about seeing the faces of people with whom we’ve shared both quieter moments and belly laughs while on Jigidi.

"“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."

“Hope is the thing with feathers” by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886), from ”The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson” (1929).