“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


Shelter for my soul

The heat is almost too much for jewelry. Earrings grow hot against complaining, sunburned lobes, ankles protest the pearls that keep away once-in-a-while breezes. I see this picture of my hand embracing the hot day, and I try to follow my lifeline, to see where I'm bound. I see my age here, the skin that isn't as firm as it once was, but I see a hand that is happy. How strange. I wouldn't have said that had I given it thought, but happy it is. Can't you see that? Life seems so overwhelming, so full of closer-than-I'd-like endings, and yet . . . I am able to hold a much loved cat who will be gone too soon, to feel her constant purr; I am able to erect shelters for my soul with a paintbrush & canvas. To offer help if needed, to reach for help when I feel I can't go on. It's a powerful hand.

And so a prayer of thanks for that hand. And the other. And for feet that keep me pointed in the right direction, for legs that take me there, who dance on the way. For eyes who see where that place is, who can follow that lifeline, and for a heart who knows I'll get there.

Thank you all you pieces & parts of me. Thank you Life. Thank you Heartache & Joy, thank you Sadness & Happy Times, thank you Sunrise & Owls, thank you Darkness & Fireflies, thank you Silence, thank you Music, thank you Stillness, thank you Love, thank you Love, thank you Love.

Can I get an amen?


  1. A M E N !
    Great post!
    And hug that kitty all you can, I know exactly where you are in that... lucky we have have them for as long as we do!
    Sandra Evertson

  2. Sandra - Thanks for the visit, for the resounding AMEN, and for the kind comment!

    :) Debi

  3. What a happy hand and a happy post!

    We all have so much to be grateful for...I am grateful for my hands as well, for without them, I never would have started typing in a blog, and I never would have connected with wonderful you, and I wouldn't be sitting here typing this little note of thanks.

    I love my hands too.

  4. Jaime - And you couldn't play the piano! What wonderful gifts our hands bring us & we never even notice.

    I'm trying to do better.

    :) Debi

  5. sometimes i don't even know what to say when i finish reading your posts. they really are like reading one of those little day-by-day inspirational books. as a matter of fact i had a much worn and loved blue day-by-day one that i gave away to someone who needed it more than i did at the time and by golly i think i may have found myself a new little emma tree day-by-day daily book to help me start my day off with a smile and a prayer.
    great post! kiss the maggie for me and zippy.

  6. Robin - You are too kind. Sometimes I'm writing it as my OWN daily inspiration.

    And I love the phrase "The Maggie".
    She's gained back some weight - 8/10ths of a lb. It makes me feel much better.

    Love, Debi

  7. Christy - I owe you such a long email. I'm so sorry. Thank you for keeping in touch here. A lot of stuff is going on with Maggie (as you know), but also with Mary & I feel quite unable to talk about it all. Even to you, sweetie. Please forgive me. Maybe by this weekend I will have come to grips with it & we can talk & gossip.

    Love you lots!

  8. Cookie - I hope that's in a good way.

    :) Debi


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