“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


A Moment of Dreams

A leaf outside my front door.

I published this as the first image
on my inspiration blog.
July 25.

I thought I would find a new place for the magic I saw around me.
A secret pocket for dreams & wishes.
For mistakes.
Which I immediately told you about.

It makes me now laugh.
That's what this place is for, after all.
What was I thinking?

It is a dream moment, that image above.
I'd watched that leaf flutter about all day,
admiring the different shadows it cast
as the sun moved across the sky.
And when at last evening moved in,
and I moved into the outside world,
I became enchanted with its shape;
no shadows remained.
the porchlight overhead the only illumination.

It was impossible to shoot a picture, however,
without the shadow of my hands,
phone camera held between them.
So they are part of the magic,
my hands.

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  1. So beautiful and poignant, infused with the longing and uncertainty of your previous post. Is Unravelling helping your process?

  2. The moment___
    when shadow and leaf
    and fingers fuse,
    become the magic
    of dreams.

  3. Oh my gosh, yes, your hands are part of the magic. I am speechless and in awe. This is so beautiful, haunting, and evocative. *wow*

  4. This totally makes me smile. I love how you took this with your camera phone! I will say, this is a magical shot! Very powerful and somewhat haunting...I like the emotions it evokes.

  5. i believe it is your hands that have all the magic and everything else just gets pulled into them like a you are a magic-magnet and they being drawn to you in some irresistible way :)

    p.s. love, love the story of your neighbor and his bike rescue!

  6. Yes. Yes, oh yes. Pure magic. I love, really love the way that you see.

  7. My love for this image has not waned one bit. It is a striking image!


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