“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


oh, and studio space. i forgot to mention that.

count the blessings of this year.

it is always the smallest of things.  the time the house didn't flood though it rained like crazy and i was sure it would.  the sand katie brought back from france, the most beautiful of grays, mixed with our texas red beneath the stairs, and how, until the two colors finally became one, it made me smile every time i passed it.  this up-until-august mild summer and sunsets over the lake.  sitting on the back porch with a friend, around my mother's old table, in heat and in cold, talking down the day.  ideas that kept coming and words i kept writing when i thought i couldn't.  accidental hearts dropped from trees onto the sidewalk.  reading by kindle-light.  a new photograph on the wall.  a paintbrush in my hand, though never against canvas until this very day.  2 paintings sold in a year of not talking much about even being a painter.  reading my poetry aloud to strangers, and crying at the same poem each time, even though i'd not cried during its writing, and even though i wasn't sure it was truly poetry.  surprising myself.

it isn't last year and the cat bites me less. 

a few weeks ago, a healer told me i had a too-vulnerable heart.
a blessing, i think, to not have hardened myself
after all the deaths and hurts of the last few years.
everything heals in its own time.
even the scars are blessings.  

i am blessed to be sitting here, electricity paid, the tv on with no sound, elizabeth taylor as maggie the cat, a fan blowing cool air onto my bare feet, the now-nicer cat asleep behind me on the back of the couch, a mockingbird singing outside the door.  cicadas.  

always, always, it is the small things.  



  1. The small things are the things that make or break us, aren't they? You have wonderful blessings.

  2. not only is this space so lovely, but your words are delicious and so easy to digest. xoxo

  3. Lovely! I find when I focus on the small simple things they add up to a whole bunch of contentment and that is more valuable than happiness-more stable and longer lasting in my mind.

  4. do i see a little flower on that canvas? :)

    it IS always the small things. and i love how you said "it isn't last year"

    and yes, a blessing to not have hardened, and that is perhaps one of the hardest things in life not to do. i think that's a big thing.


    1. there is a little flower on this great big canvas. but mostly, there are roots reaching for the stuff of life. :) xoxo

  5. Your words stirred up things I haven't focused on in a while. Good things. Thanks.

  6. this is so special ..even the scars are blessings


come. sit under the emma tree & let's talk. i have cookies . . .