ride to the sea!

i rode my bicycle down to my mum's home in cobourg  . . .

august 5th. 2017

well, today i begin my sixty-first lap around the local star.

if you use birthdays as a measure of endings and beginnings (which of course is unrealistic but handy all the same) then i can look back on this year past and see a year filled with change, challenge, blessings, and of course goodness.

i've enjoyed an incredible year having switched grades for the first time in sixteen years and being gifted with a wild, fun, understanding group of grade twos. 

i met a truly wonderful woman who has brought hope. love, and goodness with her in so many ways. 

my son moved in with me.

my gardens are happy for the first time in years.

my paintings are growing in every way.

the kittens moksha and mica moved in here.

yep, it’s been a year filled with all the blessings and challenges of being a dad, a son, a nephew, a friend, a teacher, and all the many things that i am, each of which i treasure for the gifts that they are.

friends i am deeply grateful for your many kindnesses, for your insights, and especially for the simple fact that you live your passions out loud. thankyou for all that you are and do.

i was born at 8:30 pm. it was a monday.

my mum was in labour off-and-on with me for two days!

she told me just two days ago that i was indecisive about which part of my body was going to enter this world first - my feet or my head. 

this is how my life has unfolded, will i jump in feet first or head first?

thankyou for having me mum!

as walt whitman said . . .

"you have done such good to me,

i would do the same to you."

have a peaceful day!

with my love       

Steven

my little studio

this is the space i created for myself in order to create . . .

skies of wonder

after the rains

sumac canopy

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 . . .