“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

12.31.2012

i dare, i am, i dream. 2013.


my neighbor's window.  if you look closely you can see reflections of the rain.

and this is where it ends.  on a rainy day with christmas lights still twinkling, with no resolutions to change who i am.  i dream in color and i don't always answer the phone.  i will take those things with me into the new year, and leave behind who knows what.  i still navigate by the stars.

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the year fades away and will not return.  she stands in the doorway, open to the cold wet day, to the light of midafternoon, and watches.  leaves are plastered to the sky.  she has wielded an almost empty pen for months, though she still knows the secret art of storytelling, and she has taken to wearing too much gray, too much black, too much sadness and anger.  she needs to cut her hair.

but.  she has sparklers waiting for darkness to drop, and matches, and she is counting backwards from 10.  she is almost there.

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14 comments:

  1. Almost there. We are all almost there. Together, we can make it, I just know it. :)
    Happy, happy new year, at midnight, I shall make a toast to fun, and magic.
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  2. love. you know the secret, for sure. xo

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  3. so glad you not change ..so . glad ! xo

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  4. ...she still knows the secret art of storytelling, and she has taken to wearing too much gray, too much black, too much sadness and anger. she needs to cut her hair.....

    'she' is me.
    and i dream in color and don't always answer the phone. i, for one, am glad this year is over. we have a clean slate to work with, unless we carry too much black, sadness and anger with us.
    tilda

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  5. no one, i say NO ONE tells a story like you.

    wishes for strength and grace in the coming year.

    xoxo smooch!

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  6. the year fades away and will not return....thank god. hello 2013, i've been waiting for you.....xxoo

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  7. this sent shivers through me, as if your words were sparklers in the darkness of my mind.

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  8. Made me cry...your words did just that to me. A gift received & appreciated.
    Kari

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  9. Happy 2013!
    Embrace a new day, jump for joy, and if needed wear color and cut hair.

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  10. your words struck a chord within my heart. i am carrying too much sadness and too much anger. starting a new year makes no difference to me: i live one day at a time and try to not carry forward into the next day the resentments and sorrows which plague me at times.

    happyness to you....i continue to treasure your words and your images....

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  11. Your camera eye is a painter's eye - barely disguised. I guess that makes sense - you were a painter first. Yes?

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