Wednesday, July 31, 2013

do you . . .

do you pay regular visits to yourself? 


Tuesday, July 30, 2013

one way to begin a day . . .

an early morning breakfast down by the river with my brother and friends . . . .

Monday, July 29, 2013

life stream

time is the substance from which I am made.
time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river;

it is a tiger that devours me, but i am the tiger;

it is a fire that consumes me, but i am the fire.

jorge luis borges 

Sunday, July 28, 2013

what is the grass?

a child said, what is the grass? fetching it to me with full
how could I answer the child?. . . . i do not know what it
is any more than he.

walt whitman

Saturday, July 27, 2013

travellin' light

jj cale flew away last night . . . fly high dude!!

Friday, July 26, 2013


i find reasons to ride my bicycle every day . . . 
here are two moments on a one hundred and sixty three kilometre ride that took eight hours . . . 

eight hours in which every moment was entirely different - a superlative for each . . . 

Thursday, July 25, 2013

a simply beautiful day

sitting on the bank of the otonabee river, about fifteen kilometres northeast of peterborough.

a small shared snack on a bike ride.

an indescribably beautiful sky!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013


"a tree uses what comes its way to nurture itself.  by sinking its roots deeply into the earth, by accepting the rain that flows towards it, by reaching out to the sun, the tree perfects its character and becomes great.  ...  absorb, absorb, absorb. that is the secret of the tree."

-   deng ming-dao,  everyday tao, 1996, p. 18.  

Tuesday, July 23, 2013


grasses are misty,
the waters silent --
a tranquil evening.


Monday, July 22, 2013


sometimes, when a bird cries out,
or the wind sweeps through a tree,
or a dog howls in a far off farm,

i hold still and listen a long time.

my soul turns and goes back to the place
where, a thousand forgotten years ago,
the bird and the blowing wind
were like me, and were my brothers.

my soul turns into a tree,
and an animal, and a cloud bank.
then changed and odd it comes home
and asks me questions. what should i reply?

hermann hesse

Sunday, July 21, 2013

what can i say?

my home has no address;
my tracks leave no trace.
i am neither body nor soul--
what can i say?


Saturday, July 20, 2013

keep the light

deep in their roots all flowers keep the light.

theodore roethke

Friday, July 19, 2013

you wonder . . .

toronto skyline      .      july 2013

“you wonder what I am doing? well, so do i, in truth. days seem to dawn, suns to shine, evenings to follow, and then i sleep. what i have done, what i am doing, what i am going to do, puzzle and bewilder me. have you ever been a leaf and fallen from your tree in autumn and been really puzzled about it? that’s the feeling."

(t.e. lawrence to artist eric kennington, may 1935 )

Thursday, July 18, 2013

we have to imagine . . .

old shed   young's point   july . 2013

“sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. 
but we can’t. we have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.” 

david almond       .        skellig

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

this softly painted place

i live
in this softly painted place

knowing it as
a wonder

a small magic

to see
the world from

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

what a difference!

front porch      .       july 7. 2013

gardening much of the day
and then the rains arrived
and so i sat on my front porch
with a good book and luxuriated in the very simplest
of nature's and man's pleasures . . . . 

what a difference happiness makes!

Monday, July 15, 2013

and this our life . . .

in my mother's garden      .      july 2013

and this our life, exempt from public haunt,
finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
sermons in stones, and good in everything.

william shakespeare    excerpted from 'as you like it'

Sunday, July 14, 2013

breath of song

cobourg harbour

blow, breath of song! until i feel
the straining sail, the lifting keel,
the life of the awakening sea,
its motion and its mystery!

henry wadsworth longfellow

Saturday, July 13, 2013

your inescapable soul

in my mother's garden       .       july 2013

i am glad to set down
the first and ultimate you,
your inescapable soul.

stephen spender   (excerpted from  "a childhood")

Friday, July 12, 2013

charted currents

canal structure       .       july 2013

more beautiful and softer than any moth
scarcely disturbing charted currents of air

here they may see what is being done.

stephen spender   (excerpted from "the landscape near an aerodrome")

Thursday, July 11, 2013

light falls

the light

through the trees

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

the stone cottage

it’s a wonderful world
and you take and you give
and the sun fills the sky
in the space where you live

it’s a day full of dreams
it’s a dream of a day

and your heart feels so wide
and your heart feels so strong

it’s a wonderful world
full of wonderful things

(i hear him, he’s talking out loud
sometimes he whistles while walking)

david sylvian   (excerpted from "it's a wonderful world")

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

i can't stop pointing . . .

in my backyard       .       july. 2013

i can't stop pointing to the beauty. 
every moment and place says, 'put this design in your carpet!' 


Monday, July 8, 2013

observe the wonders

north of lock 19 on the trent canal     .      july 2013

observe the wonders as they occur around you. 
don't claim them. 
feel the artistry moving through, and be silent.


Sunday, July 7, 2013

the bird of gardens

in my backyard       .       july. 2013

the bird of gardens sang unto the rose,
new blown in the clear dawn: "bow down thy head!
as fair as thou within this garden close,
many have bloomed and died." she laughed and said
"that i am born to fade grieves not my heart . . . "


Saturday, July 6, 2013

as long as i love

in my mother's garden       .       july 2013 

as long as i love beauty i am young,
am young or old as i love more or less

words excerpted from john davies' "seeking beauty"

Friday, July 5, 2013

summer music (i)

summer music is so different to the music of the rest of the year . . .

abdullah ibrahim - whom i first heard while in high school on records borrowed from don mills public library on a one week loan - and who was then known as dollar brand . . . playing a tune called black and brown cherries . . .

Thursday, July 4, 2013

wild and disquieted

charles demuth wild orchids 1920

“my soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. everything interests me, but nothing holds me.
i attend to everything, dreaming all the while.”

fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet

wayne shorter's wild flower . . .

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

i have wondered almost all my life . . .

tucked away behind some tall grasses . . . 

who looks out with my eyes? what is the soul?
i cannot stop asking.


Tuesday, July 2, 2013

my work . . .

found in my garden this morning!

everyone has been made for some particular work, 
and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.


Monday, July 1, 2013

a holy and transparent time

there comes a holy
and transparent time
when every touch
of beauty
opens the heart
to tears.