“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

3.10.2012

. . . dance floor is like the sea . . .


the end of day sun pushes through rain clouds and the grass goes a perfect crayon spring green; i pull into the driveway and suddenly remember the joy of coloring books and lost-in-the-momentness of sprawling on the wooden floor, crayons in a old cigar box, and sun through the windows.  a split second of just right light is how you make a time machine go.  i feel free . . .
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it was a bird and the tips of its tail feathers were yellow against gray,
ceiling is the sky,
and in an instant it was gone,
you're the sun, and as you shine on me,
taking its colors with it,
i feel free . . .

the weekend sits outside the door, holding in its empty hands the keys to the jeep.  there is plenty of nothing out there waiting to be embraced.  the sky is pale gray with a threat of rain, the shadows hiding, and climbing yellow roses are opening across the street and around the corner, sprawled across porch tops and roofs, medicine for my soul; take two and call me in the morning.  it is open door weather, though chilly, open doors and the fire of the heater, a balance, yin and yang.  the far off bark of a dog, birdsong, woodpeckers; somewhere someone is hammering, no doubt getting whatever done before the rain moves in.  wild morning glories are beginning to bloom along the ground, dark blue blossoms nestled in the monkey grass and along the creek.

i feel free . . .

the weekend is mine and there are no plans.  there is a full tank of gas and no phone calls to be made or answered. everyone is out of town or busy and i have only me to answer to.  so, a book in my purse, a camera and notebook for companions and i am off to see what i see.  to find my own rhythm.  dancing with the day.

i feel free . . .

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11 comments:

  1. your weblog looks so lovely. your writing is so beautiful.

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  2. your words weaved so artfully
    paint the most magnificent pictures
    and take me places
    i long to go
    and I thank you that:)
    -Jennifer

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  3. crayons in an old cigar box...thanks for the beautiful memories that came to mind when I read this.

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  4. i like to find my own rhythm everyday. i get bored easily you know :)
    xo

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  5. I completely relate to this theme--and I love the spring green image.

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  6. I waited for you to pull up with a "toot toot" on the horn ... I hope you found a really wonderf ul spot ..feeling free!!

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  7. I love picturing your off dancing with the day and being free. How light and happy! Is it your birthday yet? I am taking pictures along with you. I am enjoying your words, it is inspiring me to thinking. The spiritual words especially got me thinking. Celebrating along with you.

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  8. i wish you a festive dance.
    i thank you for inviting me along: your words and mental images....

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  9. i feel freer just reading your beautiful words, sugar.

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  10. oh yes, you're saying that about the crayons and coloring took me back to those moments, too... hours that were not marked as hours, but only as being content. spring is breaking through everywhere, and the shackles of winter are falling behind us. i hope you felt the wind in your hair...

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  11. You gotta love weekends like that.

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