“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


the truth, but only a bit

it is almost 3 in the morning
and i am awake again, still, always,
thinking about the truth
and how it needs to be doled out a little at a time;
too much at once is bad for you.
it needs to be wrapped all pretty like the rest of the candy
and you won't notice when it's dropped into your bag,
you will just smile and say thank you
and when you get home
you'll gobble it up and later your belly may rumble
and you'll think it was just because there was too much sweetness,
but that won't be it at all,
it will be that one kernel of truth
that couldn't be spoken aloud.



  1. yes. there is always that one. truth is such a tricky word, perfect with this picture, perfect for trick or treat. we think we know the truth, so often, and it turns out to be something different. and that makes you wonder all over again.

  2. Oh, that is so great!! And I guess, yes we nibble at most of our truths that way.

  3. Truth is such a funny thing ~ once its awareness is known, it cannot be unknown - no matter how hard we try.

    For years I would refuse to ask questions that might lead me to a place I did not feel prepared to go.

    For years I would not see, acknowledge or accept what was standing right in front of me because I preferred the version of what I wanted to see instead.

    In some ways, on some days, I can still be like that. Believing that everyone's good at heart, putting all my trust in the fact that everything works out in a way that makes me a better person in the end. Denying the discomfort that grows and grows until it cannot be contained ~ that the thing I'm refusing to see, accept, acknowledge has paused my life as I go through motions that no longer convince me I'm living.

    Truth can really really hurt. It can debilitate, it can paralyze, and it can send you into a spiral that takes years to reverse.

    But once accepted for what it is - it really can set you free; out loud or in the comfort of quiet.

    I'm sorry you're hurting.

  4. truth...

    it belongs to each of us, but never with the same color or smell or size or shape.

    i probably wouldn't like yours or his or hers or theirs anymore than anyone would like mine, is my belief.

    so i keep my truth close to my heart....

    but sometimes i share with very special people under very special circumstances, because only then am i a bit less heavy....

    the truth about truth...is that it can be as heavy and mean and discolored as the tiniest lie....

    it took me years to learn this....or at least to understand it.....


  5. this so matches your photo...

  6. Do we all struggle with truth? Why is it so hard sometimes to look it straight in the eye?

    I have to tell you though, I couldn't stop laughing when I clicked on this image and saw that big goofy grin of the pumpkin in the lower right corner. lol!


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