“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

1.04.2012

table broke - now i can see the truth. without pictures.

against the blue of this morning's sky, a squirrel's silhouette tightropes the telephone wire and i begin to write.  i mistype that as rite and almost leave it, a perfect truth disguised as mistake.  namaste twenty twelve.  january 4th.  a small day begins.

no leaves block my view.  another squirrel's shadow circles the trunk of an oak tree across the street.  a small bird drops onto a limb of the hackberry, in perfect time with one last small falling leaf.  it is dull out there, and quiet, all faded greens and the gray of a sweatshirt as a student heads off to school.  chilly with sunshine, i think, and laugh, thinking chili with sunshine sounds like something i would eat with a spoon and a smile.   

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true story:  the new year began with a broken table leg, said table still upside down on the living room floor, still healing, but ready to be righted.  when it broke and i couldn't fix it, when it proved to be beyond my skills and tools and strength, when i could see what needed to be done but couldn't do it, i fell to tears and swearing, though neither helped.  there was a moment when i tried to drag the thing through the front door, sick of it, tired of the poorness it represented, but it fought back, wanting to stay - it grew too heavy and one of the good legs caught in the doorway and i just finally stopped and let it be.  swept around it and let it be.  accepted i would need help. accepted i would have to wait.  exhausted, i finally took a nap  - skye cat crawled up into the bed with me, laid her head on my shoulder and fell asleep.


a life lesson.
a recap of last year.
sometimes you have no control.

break a leg.

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14 comments:

  1. oh my. yes.
    no picture needed.
    leg broken and repaired, check.

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  2. A word is worth a thousand pictures. Your words strung together always make films that fascinate me.

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  3. Your words are poetry and pictures,heart and soul Miss Deb.

    Thank you for writing them !
    Happy New Year !

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  4. Interesting start to the year of transformation...I'm glad you swept around it. That is, often, the wisest course of action...And not just for broken tables...

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  5. thank you all. and skye - yes. i pay attention to signs. and anyway, sweeping has always been a meditation for me. :)

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  6. and michael - i love the idea of words as films.

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  7. i love to sweep too .. i sweep around life all the time broken leg and all!

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  8. Sounds like what's happening in my heart right now.

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  9. A word is worth a thousand pictures. Your words strung together always make films that fascinate me.
    Michaels words could be my words, it is the same response I feel in every read here. I am compelled to come each day. Thank you for writing your words.

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  10. Oh yes, grace is something difficult to learn. At least it was for me. I want to do it all myself, but in the end maybe a nap will help.

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  11. your words are pictures.
    xoxoxoxo

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  12. Your word 'pictures' are powerful, your thoughts...provoking...
    your writing...exceptional.

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  13. Swearing, sweeping, sleeping. This lovely recounting has all the necessary elements.

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