“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

5.19.2011

a new song in the air


i almost took down yesterday's post.  it felt like cheating.  felt like i was just filling space, looking for distractions and pretty pictures and i almost took it down, thought it didn't quite ring true though it was a true story and about truth in a vague kind of way.  but i left it up because the more i thought about it, the truthier it felt.  because life is like that - about figuring out where you are, feeling your way through the new place you now occupy (and we are always in a new place, always shedding old skins and habits and beliefs), and sometimes that new place is a little scary, sometimes it is a lot scary, and we take a step back, we look for the familiar, look for the secure, find our scent where we left it.  sometimes, however, we are okay with the new; we rub up against it, leaving markers to tell us we've passed this way before, making us braver the next time we pass, telling us we can go even farther.  we find our way into our new lives.  yesterday was a small rest, my scent on blue hydrangeas and memories of mary, the peace of the neighborhood the way it used to be.  today there is a new bird in the hackberry tree, marking its place with a new song in the air.  i and the trees will remember.

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14 comments:

  1. You're so right about the new being scary but by placing one foot in front of the other we find our way, even if we stumble every once in a while.

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  2. blog posts are like snapshots ... of a moment in time, or a feeling, or thought - your post wasn't cheating ... like you said, it was a pause in the day, a moment to document a memory ...

    ... and it was, like this is, beautiful.

    :)

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  3. I loved yesterday for its beauty & today because it calls me forward, inch by inch.
    Never doubt, darling Debi, you touch hearts every time you touch the keypad.

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  4. Amen sister, just tellin it like it is, always a pleasure to read.
    xo

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  5. I loved your post yesterday as I do this one. It makes me pause and give thought to my own self.

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  6. in this post, you read my heart.

    yes, yes, always in a new place.

    i've missed you!

    xxoo

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  7. we are always in a new place....wow, isn't that profound and perfect !

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  8. I heard once, "Courage doesn't always roar." Your post reminded of that. And I just posted last night, always we begin again.

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  9. I'm so glad you didn't take yesterday's post down. The awe of life, for me, is the vastness of its spectrum - from swaddled to raw and naked. Pretty pictures, landings, breaths - they are all necessary and good.

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  10. I think it's interesting to look back on older blog posts that were composed at a completely different time in our lives--that really shows how blog posts truly embody whatever the moment is.

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  11. New places are scary and I have been wondering how you were doing in your new place. You are growing and learning and those are good things. I liked the post on the bellybuttons and will never look at hydrangeas quite the same.

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  12. i think sometimes you need distractions, they allow you to step back and see that new place, that one we are in every morning, every hour, every minute.
    this new song in the air sounds beautiful.

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  13. I am so glad you didn't remove it.

    It was a little piece of grace.

    xo

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  14. hello sweet Debi

    this is such a cool photo.... and I really must visit more often... i always love popping in....

    have a beautiful weekend... thank you for sharing at SS.

    xxo, kim

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