“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


When in doubt, look down

It is a grey dreary day. A dirty-grey dusty dreary day. So oh-uninspiring. So ugly. Not a wonderful grey like I imagine Seattle or London to be. This is that grey like Mexico City was a few years ago when I visited - when I had to scrub the soot out from under my fingernails every few hours. I was walking around outside thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking - camera in hand, ugly grey sky overhead, ugly not-yet-renovated downtown buildings surrounding me. Waiting for the outsideness to inspire me, because my insideness had nothing. I looked down as I headed around to the back door & there in the pavement (more pavement art!) was a little concrete bird. I took a couple of photos before noticing the nest sitting just a few inches to the left. Perfectly lined up. I reached out with my left big toe, scooched the little nest over where it so obviously belonged and there it was. Inspiration. A perfect melding of outside forces & inside forces.


  1. Aaaaaah. Reading that felt really good.

  2. Hele, Pam & Eilandkind - Thanks to all! Wasn't it just a cool little thing to happen upon?

    :) Debi

  3. the concrete bird is almost a twin to the bird in "shelter for the soul" =)

  4. Hmmmm . . . it IS. That's kind of weird. Now I'm wondering if I've been seeing this little concrete bird & not really seeing it. But no, I normally don't walk in that area. Hmmmmm . . . very interesting.

  5. How is it you always discover these magical little things? You have such a gift for seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary.
    So wonderful!


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