“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

2.14.2011

on the street where i live


the street where i live, golden under the streetlamps, the shadows welcoming me home each night, i turn left at that lower left corner and am home.  the bricks are old and they sink and they move around with the earth and the water and the floods, but they glow at night and are warm with the day's heat and the street is small, a few steps and you are across; it is the nighttime that keeps me here, the house is just where i sleep.  i turn the corner and there the shadows wait, only 3 houses on the block, a small, small piece of earth.  the trees are summertime homes to owls, all the time homes to raccoons, and on good nights, when the long day has been sweet, i lean against the jeep and breathe in the stars and moonlight and the scent of sweet olive trees and let the night settle against me before heading indoors. on bad nights, i often do the same, even if a chill has fallen with the darkness; those nights are often the clearest and i find the stars i know and listen for night birds and say my thanks to the sky, arms extended, a prayer of gratitude, not of need.  how blessed i am.

~ thou art everywhere, but i worship thee here ~
                                                                 a prayer of india, texan adopted

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14 comments:

  1. those are the golden moments of life, breathing it in, living in it, that one moment, the place where you are.
    sending you light.

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  2. this made me weep . and smile . both

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  3. always, always, your words take hold in the deepest part of my being. you have more depth than any person i know.

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  4. I love night, too, and feel so small in the vastness of the night time sky. I love to sit out in the middle of the pasture and look 360 degrees around me. Something comforting about having the heavens surround you...

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  5. Oh my goodness...your words...beautiful. How blessed we all are.

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  6. You are one of the most authentic people I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Thank you for sharing your heart so openly here.

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  7. You know... even if you didn't have that photo of the street where you live... I would still see it, feel, and the warmth and glow, from your words... well, isn't that the gift of a true writer. Oh yes!

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  8. I felt as though I was breathing in the night air with you and basking in the glow of the street.

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  9. oh, the perfection of your words.

    sending you continued golden light.

    xxoo

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  10. how blessed indeed, thank you for this golden moment.
    xoxoxoxoxo

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  11. *tears of joy* I remember seeing lots of commercials on TV in which Texas was referred to as The Promised Land. That is exactly where you are in moments like this. For me, those moments are found in a Central Texas thunderstorm. Be blessed, Debi, always.

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  12. You are blessed and "thou is within you and travels with you through the darkness of the night".

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  13. You know we all think your street is magical, and even though you feel the need to leave it behind, that it isn't quite home, I still love the words you choose to describe it.

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