Tuesday, April 30, 2013
ice cream!!!
i can still vividly recall my first ice cream! it still excites me when the first ice cream of the season makes its way to my tummy!!!!
Monday, April 29, 2013
still with us . . .
the visual features of spring have yet to reach
the way-up-high realms of the trees
it's a true test of patience
and faith in the cycles of life
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Saturday, April 27, 2013
ever wishing
mikalojus ciurlionis, sailing boats, 1906
ever
wishing for wind
and stillness
for me
the hull
the sails
the soft ropes
the water worn keel
all
ever wishing
for a fullness
and calm
Friday, April 26, 2013
hazard as an opportunity
john godolphin bennett
Thursday, April 25, 2013
day's done . . .
looking i mean not just standing around, but standing around
as though with your arms open.
and thinking: maybe something will come, some
shining coil of wind,
or a few leaves from any old tree –
they are all in this too.
and now i will tell you the truth.
everything in the world
comes.
at least, closer.
mary oliver
excerpted from "where does the temple begin, where does it end?"
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
little wash'd up drift
as i list to the dirge, the voices of men and women wreck'd,
as i inhale the impalpable breezes that set in upon me,
as the ocean so mysterious rolls toward me closer and closer,
i, too, but signify, at the utmost, a little wash'd-up drift,
a few sands and dead leaves to gather,
gather, and merge myself as part of the sands and drift.
walt whitman excerpted from "elemental drifts"
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
st. george's day!
having been born in england i still carry allegiance to some of the customs and traditions that accrue to that privilege. one of those is my acknowledgement of st. george's day. in england, st. george's day also marks its national day. it is celebrated on april 23rd, as that is the traditionally accepted date of saint george's death back in 303 a.d.
now why is george so famous. well it's something to do with him slaying the dragon. i checked into this and the wikipedia entry suggests that this extraordinary event took place in libya.
here's a jolly george giving a bit of stick to a diminutive dragon . . .
this is more like it . . . notice the remains of previous victims, the mightily chuffed female onlooker . . .
time was, st. george's day in england was celebrated to almost the same degree as christmas with feasting and jolly frolicking and whatever else fit the day. unfortunately, it has now faded into the mists of simple recognition. there has been a fair bit of rumbling and grumbling around george's fade into obscurity with some people clamouring for the return of the day on a grand scale and others asking the (to me) more reasonable question, why would england celebrate the death of a guy who had very little connection with the country. others such as edmund, cuthbert, and alban really have much more merit as a national saint in my own view.
anyhow, to all my english visitors. happy st. george's day!
Monday, April 22, 2013
the boulder outside the art gallery
the paths
of all the little places
worn through use
much like my heart
running to
and from
everything
and less
while always
hoping for more
Sunday, April 21, 2013
fossil shell
even the echo of the smallest wave
words excerpted from "silence concerning an ancient stone" by rosario castellanos
Saturday, April 20, 2013
oh my!
in my mum's kitchen . . . yes - they are real !!!!!!
and my mum has just written in to tell me that they are blue zebra primroses and not pansies (referencing my response to rick baker)!!!
thanks mum !!!
and my mum has just written in to tell me that they are blue zebra primroses and not pansies (referencing my response to rick baker)!!!
thanks mum !!!
Friday, April 19, 2013
my dad's lakeside bench
love one another, but make not a bond of love:
let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
khalil gibran
Thursday, April 18, 2013
this poem
this poem
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. don’t cry
–the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
and death i think is no parenthesis
e. e. cummings
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
heckler handling
we all get heckled in our jobs - in different ways - and i love the way this baseball outfielder managed a heckler at a recent game . . . .
Monday, April 15, 2013
random
i am drawn to the random assortment of flotsam and jetsam on beaches. each object has a history. a history that is still unfolding. these twigs, pebbles and pieces of wood will be - well what in one hundred, one thousand years?!
Sunday, April 14, 2013
monk's cove (i)
an early morning moment . . . driftwood, waves, water-rounded pebbles and a man . . . revelling in his fortune . . .
Saturday, April 13, 2013
trees fall down . . .
a severe ice storm settled over my city on thursday evening with the result that there were several trees and branches and power lines and whatever else left making their way to the ground.
Friday, April 12, 2013
strength
“it is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.”
vincent van gogh
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
tree talk
the trees have gathered together for a chat. it's a little warmer than usual, the wind is howling across the front and back porches, and the squirrels are corkscrewing up and down the tree trunks in search of food, friends, some place where there is no wind perhaps. there are great negotatiations going on between the wind and the clouds and the trees and the ground, negotiations mediated by big brother sun who is occasionally peering in to see what the commotion is all about . . . . hi brother!
Monday, April 8, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
love is a world
a life without love is a waste. “should i look for spiritual love, or material, or physical love?”, don’t ask yourself this question. discrimination leads to discrimination. Love doesn’t need any name, category or definition. Love is a world itself. either you are in, at the center…
either you are out, yearning.
shams tabrizi
Saturday, April 6, 2013
ice rain
on yard duty yesterday.
one of the grade two girls likes to hold my hand as i walk back and forth across my area and she says "it wants to rain but it's forgotten how. see. see it's frozen rain."
as ice pellets fall in a thick stinging smear that peppers the skin of my face.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
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