“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

5.14.2011

like wild birds easily gone


it had rained the night before, that would be thursday, and most of the puddles were gone, save this one, this little heart i caught from the corner of my eye as i headed to the jeep yesterday and then home again, home again, jiggety jog.  i'd parked out front in one of the old too-small parking spaces from 50 or 60 years ago, the cracked concrete testament to time and weather and too heavy trucks, and like i said, i just barely saw it, a tiny glimmer to my left, a heart waiting to be found.  i walked closer and it disappeared, fading away like a heat mirage on hot asphalt, like true love, like wild birds easily gone.  sacred things all, i think, even that heat mirage, all saying move slowly, appreciate, pay attention, stay in this moment, see.  see.  breathe.  say a prayer of gratitude.  another baby step forward and perhaps the bird will land on your hand, perhaps love will make that scary leap, perhaps the puddle will remain a heart that only you will see. 

 it did. 
and i saw. 
a gift.

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17 comments:

  1. Your words & your sweet, wild, fluttering heart have made my day! Thank you.

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  2. ~ a moment of peace, embracing you, glad you shared ~

    dc

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  3. Such a precious gift, we have only to look to see.

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  4. those hearts, they really do follow you. "like wild birds easily gone" love that, i'm thinking that would be a perfect book title.
    xoxo

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  5. oh those hearts...always where we least expect them and always doing something to us when we stumble across them.....

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  6. Three cheers for found hearts. And your heart too.

    xoxo

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  7. that it is .. and you saw it well , so glad ~ blessings friend

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  8. stunning.

    just stunning.

    xxoo, g

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  9. things are never there for simply no reason. always it is for someone to notice. if only one person. and if it is so secluded that no one can notice, perhaps it is only for God Himself.
    when someone does notice, it makes a difference. it softens our world.
    i notice you, your words, and you have made such a profound difference in me.
    in fond regard, Tilda

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  10. What struck me was the fact that you recognized this as a gift, and I think that is remarkable.

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  11. This is blog posting at its very best. Truly!

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  12. A tiny sweetness to feed the spirit.

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  13. You've done it again.


    I sighed out loud when I saw this little heart.
    A message that the universe is taking care of you.

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