the cloud-filled river

the sky whorled

even as the granite i stood on

held still . . . 

what is

a year ago today, 

i sat by this pool of water and thought so many "what ifs". 

gradually, 

inexorably, 

magically, 

they have become "what is"...

something good

some mornings i know ...

there's something good.

not necessarily beautiful -

something good.

and it's waiting.

and i'm riding, 

and i'm hoping that i can open my eyes, 

hoping that i can open my ears,

hoping that i can open my heart,

wide enough

to take it all in ....

the soft approach

waiting patiently for a cloud to tie up at this little mooring post . . .

the dock of the bay

among the small joys ...
slowing down and getting off my bike,
for some time by the dock of the bay . . .

riding for the warming room . . . .

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a training ride

peterborough to bridgenorth.
bridgenorth to peterborough.
peterborough to lakefield.
lakefield to peterborough.

fifty five kms.
a warm up for the ride for refuge . . .

whose home?

when i come home after a long day, this is my fave place to sit back and relax in. my big brown chair. it's nicely worked in. 

of course the kittens know this, 

they really could care less . . . .

as above . . . so below

the sky above . . . .

the river below . . . .

into the river clouds

"Everything that was broken has

forgotten its brokenness. I live

now in a sky-house, through every

window the sun. Also your presence.

Our touching, our stories. Earthly

and holy both. How can this be, but

it is. Every day has something in

it whose name is forever."

mary oliver

volvo p1800s

on a recent ride, i noticed this car pulling into a vegetable stand. i chatted with the owner and eventually asked if he was good with me taking pics. this was at one time one of my dream cars - a volvo p1800s, designed by pietro frua (who also did work for - among others - maserati). this one looks to be a 1965 model . . .

home under a setting sun

biking on the sixth line of smith . . .

early autumn

i rode to lakefield this afternoon. i enjoyed a fast, sweaty ride north. on the return journey i gifted myself a more peaceful ride along the old railway track, now repurposed as a trail.

in our front garden

the summer porch

the porch

late summer

a rich 

ripe summer 

remembering

a summer

that we will remember

for the many goodnesses

that we'll use to describe it with

the silver lining

riding home.

under this immensity.

i stopped over and over

and watched it grow.

the dark gift

"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift."

Mary Oliver, "The Uses of Sorrow," Thirst: Poems

on the fence line

this is what it is . . . .

the sun's light always finds the flowers . . . .

kitten tv (1)

one part of my morning routine is to open up the downstairs windows . . . i call this "kitten tv". if something is happening out there . . . well . . . they race from window to window to keep up on the neighbourhood action . . .

my morning bunny friends

some of my morning rides are shared with bunnies . . . .

an after school recharge ride

after school . . . a sweet ride north and into the wind for us and then - in the returning ride south - that little gift - the sweet "hand on the back" of a tailwind. 
on our way home, 
we headed off the trail 
and shared some quiet time in the woods and beside the river . . . .

the second day

a soft fog lifted off the river as i rode in to school . . . . 

the fall

threading the needle

the first day

around the corner

among the small joys: waking into a rainy sunday morning!
what bliss!
so, for company i chose a pot of tea and a very good book to read on the front porch . . . .
later, i put on my "it's going to be wet wherever i go gear" and rode around town picking up food and plants.
along the way i saw this little space . . . it said "it's around the corner" . . . .
what's around the corner? well, my favourite season (although i truly love them all) . . . .

how could i ever!

the bigger picture

riding in to school to set up my class and loving the so very small flowers and their place in the bigger picture .....

fountain and cloud

the little lake fountain kissing the sky . . .