Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Monday, December 30, 2013
alleyway ceiling
walking through the downtown of peterborough and diving down alleys we found this beautiful alleyway with a wooden ceiling . . .
Sunday, December 29, 2013
the tree by the lake
for years before my dad flew away, he used to sit on a bench near this tree . . . there's times i wish i could sit on that bench and tell him how amazing my life is . . . and have him know the people i know and love and who love me. and i wish i could have him sleepover in my home and know who i am as a person and so much more . . . but it's okay because he believed he would come back where his soul's work needed him to be . . . so i bet he's there right now . . . doin' good and having fun and being a crazy ass eccentric with a wickedgood hug ., . .
Saturday, December 28, 2013
eye-level
visiting my mum down in cobourg. a city whose trees were devastated in the recent ice storm . . . but, astonishing beauty is everywhere . . . at times brought down to eye level . . .
Friday, December 27, 2013
end of day . . .
the sun setting at the end of my street
and sending tangerine tongues of light
through the ice-coated branches of the trees . . .
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Friday, December 20, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
seasonal assemblage
crossing the bridge to east city on my way to spend time with longtime friend, patti peeters as she draws together a beautiful seasonal assemblage of boughs and plants and ornaments and … stuff . . . on my behalf . . .
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
the tree fairies
i popped down to pay a visit to the tree fairies who live just off my back porch.
there was no answer but i could smell their cooking . . .
holed up for the winter i imagine!
Monday, December 16, 2013
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Friday, December 13, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
rolling in
i got up and on my bike and rode to the highest hill i could find to see the morning sky rolling in . . .
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Friday, December 6, 2013
Thursday, December 5, 2013
the subtleties of the passing of little people
in the subtleties of the passing of little people in the play area of my school's playground, little symmetries, little wonders!
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
touched by an angel
touched by an angel
we, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
we are weaned from our timidity
in the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
and suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
yet it is only love
which sets us free.
maya angelou
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
night world
i slept nine hours last night - the first time i have slept through the night in months and months.
i dreamt.
and i remembered.
i was standing at the bottom of a hill . . . this hill . . .
it goes up . . .
and up . . .
and up!
i dreamt.
and i remembered.
i was standing at the bottom of a hill . . . this hill . . .
in the day world, i rode up this hill with friends kris seiber and devon code sometime in october.
it climbs way beyond what you can see. it's not far from bethany.
it goes up . . .
and up . . .
and up!
in my night world dream, i stood at the bottom of this very hill, holding
the front forks of a bicycle by the handlebar stem.
it had no wheels, no drivetrain, no brakes, no seat, no handlebars.
i knew that as long as i held tightly with both hands onto the handlebar stem that i would be safe.
it hovered and held me off the ground such that i could extend my body outwards and parallel to the ground if i wished - and i did wish that, so i did -
and i glided upwards twisting my body this way and that, weaving up the side of the hill's body.
i woke and began this day by laughing . . .
Monday, December 2, 2013
welcome!
snow. rain. green leaves. brown leaves
lots of in-between
and i like that sitting on the cusp moment
of saying welcome
even as i say goodbye
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