“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


2013 magic. hearts.

they follow me everywhere and lay themselves at my feet, but when i call for them they hide.  they are tiny and nestled behind shadows or sleeping in tree limbs, or they are almosts  or not quites, and therein i think lies a lesson about love and hearts.  and maybe life.

they will come.  all of them.  the hearts, the love, the goodies, the gifts, the magic - indeed they are out there right now waiting for us to stop trying so hard.  waiting for us to just slow down and look, to stop pushing them to come when we whistle.  they will always show up with a box of chocolates and smiles, always, a surprise in an otherwise humdrum day.  they like that surprise part, they like the delight in our eyes and the giggles in our soul.  this i know to be true.  trust me.


this post is part of the year of ordinary magic, with kelly and graciel and i.  we'd love to have you join us - details are right here.

february begins with a heart.



  1. you taught me to look for the heart, always.

    this is gorgeous, and i trust you.


  2. Love your thoughts and the photo is magical.
    I need to go back and find out more of your "year of ordinary magic".
    Miss coming here.

  3. "they will always show up"...thank you for the reminder. because it is easy for me to forget these days. but of course, i trust you. so, make mine with a side of chocolate, please.

    and may i say, your photo magic is the bomb!! xo


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