“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


Writing down the hawks

2 of them.

They usually perch on the church steeple a couple of blocks away, but this morning Katie watched as one - then both - landed in the top of a tree a few houses away. By the time I got to the door, the first one swooped over our heads, to be quickly followed by the 2nd, swooping even lower. We followed them to the back yard & found them sitting in a tree in the yard behind us, sun shining on them all golden. They stayed but a moment & then whhwhhhwhhd into a low tree, out of view.

I'd gotten up early to paint a couple of pages in my new journey/journal - had managed to get both handprints & some color on the pages. I rushed back in to write down the hawks. I take it as a good sign. The hawks brought me back to my neighborhood, to my life. And while, as Bridgette suggests, I perhaps need to not focus on tying the words with the page background or images, I was pleased with the idea of flight & freedom & openness. I take that also as a good sign.

I wonder how the day will end.
the long & winding road


  1. oh good!!!! you are flying hands free! i can't tell you the secret word today because it hasn't revealed itself to me yet...
    later maybe.


  2. Gosh, this hurts my fuzzy brain! Can't I just go to the end of (where would that be?) and look up the answer?
    Can I give up? : )

  3. flight and freedom and openness.


    I hope your day ended with more of this.



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