“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

9.19.2010

there is a flower from maggie's blue bunch

those that greeted me at my front door the day after she died, a heal-your-heart gift from a dear friend - there is a blossom from these ever-blooming beauties, placed between 2 torn sheets of wax paper and weighted with heavy glass for days, and it made me almost cry this morning when i finally lifted the glass - it's blueness all gone, transparent, so fragile and heartbreaking and beautiful, so perfect, so perfect, and i am another step onto my road of softness, of forgiveness, of embracing those tender parts of myself that hurt, that bruise so easily. it is a wonderful morning.

and a wonderful day awaits. breakfast, a visit with lilycat, this new painting to finish, this new painting that has opened up something in me and now i know the end to another painting, one i'd thought finished, but never really sure - now I know i knew it wasn't and now i know it was waiting for me to reach this place. and that thought almost makes me cry. it seems unfair that maggie the cat missed it, this softer place, but i type that and know she didn't - it is her passing that loosened it; she lived with it all along and has set it free.

sitting with emptiness for a few months has led me here.
it is a good place,
a place where my heart speaks to me a bit louder.

11 comments:

  1. sweet maggie's love saturates the bristles, ever so gently... it's love, all love.
    xo

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  2. the heart that is sure is worth more than gold.

    here's to softness.

    love to you! xo

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  3. i love this place that you're in, your heart is speaking here a bit louder, as well.

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  4. Oh Debi...how your posts speak to me. Such beauty here in your words today. I feel at peace. xoxo

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  5. I am glad for you.
    Circles. Circles. Circles.
    Kari

    www.meadowviewfarmwi.blogspot.com

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  6. A tender heart is sitting with you. It does take time to mourn the loss of a dear companion. I have a memorial garden for my two kitties that are gone. I treasure it. Your art will sit with you as a treasure of remembrances.

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  7. oh this is the way it should be beginning and finishing such as it is..you photo is ethereal and peaceful

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  8. Sometimes things have to sit among the cobwebs, unfinished, till the ending calls out to us. I think about you over there on the other side of town. Wistful, aching, looking across the street. And sometimes I worry about you.
    Brenda

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  9. Sometimes I sit here mute, because even the comments have more beautiful words than I can unearth.
    xo

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  10. ~heart speaks~ open~ listen~ go forth and PAINT!!

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