the white fire of a great mystery

painting: victor panchenko

"I want to believe I am looking

into the white fire of a great mystery.

I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing —

that the light is everything — that it is more than the sum

of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do."

mary oliver

an early morning drive

a few mornings ago, we found ourselves racing across the southern ontario landscape . . . .

the old milk box

this little door is where the milk for this home of mine was delivered.
when i moved in, the post man would put my post in there . . .
now it is sealed up . . . .

the feather

this feather drifted downriver two years ago. 

i'd love to know its stories! 

the little warsaw dam

in shirley's garden

latest work

one of moksha's hopes . . .

please can i go on a bike ride with you steven . . .pleeeeeeeease?

i'll sit very still ... just like this!

promise - fulfilled

promise . . .

fulfilled!

arcs

at the side of our home . . . . 

moksha

when moksha sleeps,
he leaves this world entirely behind . . .

but he is never far from his sister . . . . 

skies of wonder!

a peaceful ride to lakefield under skies of wonder!

like jewels

as i rode home from omemee,
raindrops sat like jewels on these fallen leaves . . . .

a bike ride to omemee . . .

this tiny petalled whiteness . . .

"If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don't hesitate. 

Give in to it. "

Mary Oliver

reed reflections . . .

"and have you ever felt for anything 

such wild love-- 

do you think there is anywhere, in any language, 

a word billowing enough 

for the pleasure 

that fills you, 

as the sun 

reaches out, 

as it warms you ..."

excerpted from:

 "the sun" by mary oliver

promise . . . fulfilled!

promise . . . 

fulfilled . . . !

a downy woodpecker

my son and i got to enjoy this little bird's visit 

to one of the big old maples at the front of our home ....

the view from the front porch (ii)

the sweet stuff of life . . . .