I bought a painting recently, for two reasons. Firstly, it depicted a kingfisher, a favourite of mine. Secondly, it incorporated the beginning of a poem, with which I was not at the time familiar. In a subsequent conversation with the artist, Lizzie Gaitskell, she told me the poem’s author was Emily Dickinson, a favourite of her grandfather. Of course, I looked the poem up as soon as possible. For reasons of space I can’t include all of it, but you might enjoy exploring it. I have found it inspiring on dark days. It begins:
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the
words – And never stops – at all –
Vale to former members Jean Klaudt and Lurlene Dwan, who died this year. Jean was a Cryptic Crossword and bird watching devotee, and a former secretary. Lurlene convened Mah-jong classes in her home for some years. We are grateful for their contributions, and we will miss them. We send our condolences to their families and friends.
See you at our AGM!