riding in 'round little lake . . .
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Monday, October 30, 2017
Sunday, October 29, 2017
Saturday, October 28, 2017
the leaves are moving in . . .
the boats that have called the marina on little lake their summer home are almost all gone now.
the leaves are moving in.
Friday, October 27, 2017
Thursday, October 26, 2017
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Monday, October 23, 2017
Sunday, October 22, 2017
creekside
among the small joys:
three evenings ago,
riding back into town and sharing time beside this little creek at dusk ....
Saturday, October 21, 2017
the bannister
the bannister in our home
catching colour and light
that has passed through a piece of stained glass at the entranceway . . .
Friday, October 20, 2017
all of a sudden . . .
on a recent afternoon, i got on my bike and i chose to sit beside jackson creek at the intersection of murray and bethune . . . the trees waited for the rain last night . . .who knew that is what they were doing . . . and all of a sudden, the colours arrived . . . in the creek, colours are melting and rushing downstream . . .
Thursday, October 19, 2017
My Mum's Birthday!
On this day, my Mum begins another lap of the sun.
My Mum is very much my anchor
as my life
is filled with all the wonderful and trying challenges
that this world has to offer.
. .
She has been challenged by life in many ways
-some wonderful, some not so wonderful-
and has always found a way
to meet those challenges.
She is simply, an amazing person.
As I have the privilege of learning about her life,
and gaining a more solid understanding of how she is who she has become,
I am compelled to wish for many many more years with her
so as to continue to share the unfolding of each of our lives . . . .
I love you Mum
Steven
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Monday, October 16, 2017
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Saturday, October 14, 2017
the inexpressible benevolence of Hope and Love
this is my four thousandth post here on the golden fish.
two years ago,
my friend Michael took this photograph of me taking a photograph.
so much has happened since that time.
so much has changed since that time.
you know, the stuff of life.
darkness and light,
shadows and colours,.
lessons and stories.
teachings. learnings.
the musician robert fripp wrote in his journal years ago:
"In strange and uncertain times,
sometimes a reasonable person might despair.
But Hope is unreasonable,
and Love is greater even than this."
i Love that: "Hope is unreasonable".
Hope simply refuses to bow before much of anything i experience and i am grateful that for whatever reason i am able to welcome it as the benevolent and transformative force that it is.
and yes, in my own experiencing,
"Love is even greater than this".
but that's another story,
the telling of which will arrive another time!
Friday, October 13, 2017
Thursday, October 12, 2017
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Monday, October 9, 2017
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Saturday, October 7, 2017
Friday, October 6, 2017
to be dazzled
“Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
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 falling. And I do.”
Mary Oliver, House of Light
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
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 falling. And I do.”
Mary Oliver, House of Light
Thursday, October 5, 2017
this one pale red leaf
riding in this morning - i passed this one pale red leaf and the autumn sunlight held it . . . just so . . . .
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
whorl
sometimes i hear a voice.
"stop here".
it happened this morning. so, i got off my bike and clambered down the bank to the riverside where i saw a small branch covered with green leaves spinning under a tree that overhangs the river casting wicked sweet reflections . . . . this is that moment . . . .
"stop here".
it happened this morning. so, i got off my bike and clambered down the bank to the riverside where i saw a small branch covered with green leaves spinning under a tree that overhangs the river casting wicked sweet reflections . . . . this is that moment . . . .
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
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