“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

8.07.2008

The illumination of darkness


The screech owls were calling to each other in the darkness last night. Tree to tree to tree I could follow the sound. Clouds covered the moon and a soft, soft light fell through the magnolia leaves, onto tall grasses praying for rain.

Night falls and the colors of the day find a place to rest in the shadows cast by empty birds' nests or perhaps under the wings of a sleeping sparrow. The darkness is a place to go & I do. I go. It is a place full of dreams before sleep, a place to whisper out loud to the sky and the hidden stars. Time is unimportant - it is night. Have I mentioned that incident - oh, surely I have - of last summer? Perhaps the summer before? It was a full moon, and I'd gotten out of bed and into the night. Am I speaking in whispers? Yes, because it's night. Shhhh . . . here's what happened. An old Cadillac turned the corner by my house and stopped in the middle of the street in front of me. A woman got out - she was alone - and walked to the edge of Mary's yard. She stood still and leaned back, arms flung wide, embracing the sky. Embracing the sky. Her back to the moon. A few breaths in, a few breaths out, then she was gone. It's the night. The darkness has its own illumination. It's up to us to see.

7 comments:

  1. Thank you so very much for your beautiful comment on my blog. Your words help. :)

    And now that you've made me aware of your artistic, soulful, cat-loving presence in blogland...I will surely be back.

    xxoo

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  2. I LOVED this. Thanks. Night is... well, NIGHT. Many of the rules are suspended.

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  3. Oh how I love these poetic posts of yours. Sigh...it feels like a dream. I too love the night and all its beautiful magic and mystery.
    Thank you for such a lovely bed time story. As I turn out the lights tonight I will let these beautiful words wash over me.
    Much love
    xo

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  4. oh this is simply beautiful. i had to read slowly in order to let the images of day-to-night color in the shadows go all the way through me, head to toe. it is like a whisper yes. i love this, i love the way you can create a visceral experience for me by your words and images.
    xo
    good night to you.

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  5. Graciel - I thought about you long after I left the computer. I'm glad I halped a little. Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for the kind words.

    Steve - YES! Many of the rules are suspended. Or changed. Exactly how I feel. Night is a different planet.

    Jaime - I myself was feeling the need for some poetry & dreams. Magic. Other worlds. :) Thank you so much.

    Robin - Thank you to you also. There's a feeling I get when I step alone from Mary's door into the night. Heading across the street to my house, suddenly aware of how everything is different. Different birds, different critters - the squirrels are gone, but the raccoons are out. The sound changes. In the background I can hear the town noises but the street seems to be full of whispers. Sometimes I just stop and take it all in & regret I have no porch from which to enjoy it all.

    Love to all of you.
    Debi

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  6. what a great post. it's wonderful, the magic of the night...

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