“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


no echoes

"There is no journey forward without ghosts; there is no telling without fear."
– Gerry Turcotte, from “Persistence of Vision” in Border Crossing 

i wanted no echoes.  to walk away from everything i'd written or said, no matter how true.  to be able to turn a corner and keep moving forward, to find a spot where i could no longer hear those words still ringing in my life.  what i found is that no such place exists, no matter how far away i hide my heart. 


june 8:
at 9 pm the sky is still blue.  not daytime blue but also not the blue of nighttime, it is the blue of almost summer, the days lengthening quickly now, too quickly for those of us who would have summer stand still a while.  never mind that the heat has been mild, that so far these days have fallen on our skin like a sprawling spring, too lazy to move on.  

6 days later the heat is here, has been here, in fact, for a few days.  yesterday the afternoon sky was solid summer blue, not a cloud to be seen.  i thought to myself that if i were a sky, that is the sky i would choose, but then remembered the summer of 2 years ago, when clouds were the stuff of prayers, and thought perhaps not.  perhaps i would want clouds.  and then i remembered the nights with maggie under midnight skies full of moonlight and stars, and knew i would want both. i thought of snowy skies and white nights, of skies full of lightning and hail.  i would want it all, i thought.  i will take  it all.  the bad with the good, the hard with the easy.  

my words will bounce off the walls of my past and there will be echoes.  


the reason for things:

while i was away from emma tree, katie & i threw a yard sale.  old clothes are mostly gone.  those dresses that no longer fit, tablecloths i never used.  it was a hot hot saturday in the middle of those otherwise mild days, a
loozianna  day with humidity up to here and sweat down to there.  we sat in the heat and bargained away bits of our pasts, making maybe not enough money to say it was worth it, if we only counted the profit part, but we also counted the sitting in the sun part, and the negotiating in spanish part, and decided it had been a good day.

come the following night, she found the cat.  he was curled on the curb around the corner, in terrible shape, suffering, hungry.  we thought he'd been in too many fights, and though he could barely move, we lured him into a cat carrier with food and kind words.  one look and we'd known we couldn't leave him.  never mind how broke i am,  i said, he needs help,  and never mind that,  she said, we'll split the cost.   at the emergency vet clinic, we discovered we were wrong - he'd not been in any fights, he just had too many diseases, including feline aids, and was dying.  and so, crying, we let him go just an hour after finding him.  the vet waived the euthanasia fee, calling us good samaritans, but couldn't waive the walk-in fee or the costs of the tests, but never mind.  i was just glad there had been one last meal, that he had died with a happy full belly.  and our cost?  yes.  the profit we'd made from the yard sale.  almost exactly.  on the way home, i turned to katie and asked if she'd do it again, the yard sale, i meant, knowing she would make no money, that it would go to an orange stray cat we didn't know, and without hesitation she said yes.  me too, i said.  me too.



  1. How sad that the cat was ill but how wonderful that you were there to help him in his hour of need. I would have done the exact same thing. I enjoy your blog, I hope you are restored renewed from the break, happy almost summertime!

  2. ~sigh~
    You are The Angel of Felines

  3. you and miss katie are my heroes. xoxo

  4. beautiful story. truly, soulfully beautiful.

    so glad you are back here :-)

  5. Oh....just, oh...my heart is full...

  6. Speechless, but thank you both.

  7. ..so, as often i do here, i sit with silent tears running down my face.
    your echoes first brought them, as i felt your sun days and your moon skies.
    but then...the cat. it occurs to me, you were meant to have the garage sale that produced
    little profit, simply because it paid to be kind to a cat who would die. fate? karma? simply
    know you did a GOOD THING, and my heart smiles.
    in fondest of thoughts, tilda

  8. i missed this, as i've missed so many things lately...

    (no echoes... of course, i am thinking noe choes, i can't help it) they are always there aren't they, even when we don't want to listen? but i will be thinking about that line for a while, "i wanted no echoes."

    you are a kind soul, and somehow that cat knew where to be when he needed help. that's the kind of stuff that echoes in your karma (or whatever you want to call it). he knew. xoxo

  9. what Kelly said...ditto. you are a kind OLD soul and THIS is the kind of stuff that echoes in your karma. hope your days are better...
    PS. and that the days of Mrs. Mediocrity enjoys that same karma through her goodness.
    in fondest. tilda

  10. I just can't do yard sales. I get upset at the giveaway prices on things I paid real money for. It's happier for me to just give it all away. I'm glad you had a good day. I've been spending a lot of time chilling and not doing much blogging. Till now. I wanted to tell you that I got the Linky going on my Things I Learned In June post. I am hoping you'll want to play along.

  11. sigh ... love your ways ! xo

  12. Your big beautiful heart.... it's buffering me from the sadness I am feeling over the sense of abandonment that cat must have felt. Thank God you were there. Oh this breaks my heart... in a good way.


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