“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

11.20.2011

a small sunday moment


 we are all stars all the way to the end.
or hearts or moons
or whatever shape we've chosen

an early small moment for the sun, pushing its way past the clouds; just a bit of brightness and then gone again. my front door is open to the november wind and leaves are scattering across the living room floor; the yard is covered with crescent moons fallen to earth, golden golden, the sun still behind those clouds, the sky pale gray,  i'd planned to clean, planned to clear some space for christmas at my house this year, but when i move the furniture, it blocks the light, so things are back to their normal places with space left over for a tree.  it's sunday, and like i said, the front door is open, and windows also, the heat off, leaves flying, squirrels chattering, and i just stepped over a star on the way to the kitchen.  small and brown, but a star still.  

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10 comments:

  1. Heavenly; I cherish those moments when a writer/artist changes the way I will see from this day forward. You have, in this small Sunday moment, changed the world.

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  2. Lovely, darlin'! And yes, space for light is the priority.
    Enjoy your sweet Sunday!

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  3. Rich images fill your word canvas like stars in the Milky Way! My cup overflows with contentment.

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  4. What a beautiful..evocative description of 'Sunday'. Picture perfect - in every way!

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  5. i am in love with this image, and as always, love the shapes you choose. and somehow, i love best of all that it was a brown star.

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  6. what a beautiful sunday, love when the outside comes inside.. :)

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  7. I can just picture you stepping over stars. Sunday here was cold, but oh so beautiful!
    Your photo is wonderful - I just love it!

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  8. and here I take it in on an early Wednesday morning and its beautiful

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  9. Just stepped over a star on the way to the kitchen... oh my god I love the way you write. Such simple words, but it's how you put them together. Little sentences like that bring big smiles to my face.

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