“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 light of yesterday afternoon

my february room.  a sliver of light under the door, which i originally typed as sliver of flight.  this door leads i know not where, it sits in the sky, a piece of the hospital, perhaps where the angels come and go. no one ever parks nearby but me; sometimes i like to point the jeep to the outside world and let it fill with sunlight while it waits for my return. 

day 12 begins and i cannot sleep. 



  1. It is heartbreaking and yet beautiful, this photo. All that white and the light--it seems hopeful. Definitely some angels hiding in all that brightness.

    I am praying that you are able to rest tonight.

  2. hoping you were able to rest & know you will be in my thoughts all day ... xoo

  3. Years ago, I sat at my mother's bedside and sang her songs from Camp Willerup, from Christmas past...especially about a "mother & child". Alone we sat & I sang. It is all I knew to do, that and hold her hand or touch her hair. And on that Halloween day from so many years ago -- her gentle soul sang one last time to me in the robins that lined up on the windowsill with her passing.

    These moments are embraced forever - your awareness lends them such dignity & honor.


  4. Yes, it has the look of the Light of angels. May they serenade you into a restful slumber tonight.

  5. my breath catches in my throat. that door that leads to angels and nowhere and light and everywhere. yes. let it fill with sunlight, angel light, light.

  6. you are touching my heart .. remembering a summer years ago.. sending you strength and solace..some sleep please

  7. Hugs to you and I hope you are sleeping now. I do hope your mom is getting better.

  8. As poetic as ever.

    Thinking of you.

  9. Thinking of you, my friend. And praying.


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