Tuesday, December 31, 2013

a reminder



drifting across the driveway, a reminder of a season long past . . . .

Monday, December 30, 2013

alleyway ceiling

walking through the downtown of peterborough and diving down alleys we found this beautiful alleyway with a wooden ceiling . . .




Sunday, December 29, 2013

the tree by the lake


for years before my dad flew away, he used to sit on a bench near this tree . . . there's times i wish i could sit on that bench and tell him how amazing my life is . . . and have him know the people i know and love and who love me. and i wish i could have him sleepover in my home and know who i am as a person and so much more . . . but it's okay because he believed he would come back where his soul's work needed him to be . . . so i bet he's there right now . . . doin' good and having fun and being a crazy ass eccentric with a wickedgood hug ., . .

Saturday, December 28, 2013

eye-level

visiting my mum down in cobourg. a city whose trees were devastated in the recent ice storm . . . but, astonishing beauty is everywhere . . . at times brought down to eye level . . .



Friday, December 27, 2013

end of day . . .

the sun setting at the end of my street 
and sending tangerine tongues of light 
through the ice-coated branches of the trees . . . 



Thursday, December 26, 2013

exquisite fragility

winter - for all its blustery, stormy thereness is also a time of exquisite fragility . . . .


Wednesday, December 25, 2013

the christmas cardinal

the christmas cardinal has arrived!!!!

i wish a very happy christmas to everyone . . . 


Tuesday, December 24, 2013

fairy heart



Monday, December 23, 2013

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Friday, December 20, 2013

early morning sky



the first day of my christmas holidays . . . sweet!

Thursday, December 19, 2013

seasonal assemblage



crossing the bridge to east city on my way to spend time with longtime friend, patti peeters as she draws together a beautiful seasonal assemblage of boughs and plants and ornaments and … stuff . . . on my behalf . . .


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

the winter railway



no trains have come through for a while . . . 

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

the tree fairies



i popped down to pay a visit to the tree fairies who live just off my back porch.

there was no answer but i could smell their cooking . . . 

holed up for the winter i imagine!

Monday, December 16, 2013

snowfall


in the early morning stillness
there's a sweetness
about the cold
 thin air
a softness


Sunday, December 15, 2013

early chill

in the bleak midwinter . . . wait a moment . . . it's still autumn!


Saturday, December 14, 2013

red berries

music for a ferrwosty saturday . . . 








Friday, December 13, 2013

they hold so tightly

the trees themselves grasp at
the very faint colours of a late autumn evening . . .


Thursday, December 12, 2013

two birds

as morning breaks, two birds warm themselves in the thin warmth of a late autumn sun . . .

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

sunrise through glass

the sunrise through stained glass in my dining room . . .




Tuesday, December 10, 2013

close to the ground


each a tree in waiting

Monday, December 9, 2013

rolling in

i got up and on my bike and rode to the highest hill i could find to see the morning sky rolling in . . .



Sunday, December 8, 2013

brother sun and sister moon . . .

the end of a beautiful day . . . . looking west . . . looking south . . .



Saturday, December 7, 2013

crystalline impermanency



the crystalline impermanency of a puddle in early december . . .


Friday, December 6, 2013

tentative . . .

rounding the point.

a beautiful soft fog . . .

trees reaching out oh so tentatively . . .

Thursday, December 5, 2013

the subtleties of the passing of little people

in the subtleties of the passing of little people in the play area of my school's playground, little symmetries, little wonders!




Wednesday, December 4, 2013

touched by an angel


touched by an angel

we, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

we are weaned from our timidity
in the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
and suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
yet it is only love
which sets us free. 

maya angelou

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

night world

i slept nine hours last night - the first time i have slept through the night in months and months.

i dreamt.
and i remembered.

i was standing at the bottom of a hill . . . this hill . . .
in the day world, i rode up this hill with friends kris seiber and devon code sometime in october. 
it climbs way beyond what you can see. it's not far from bethany. 


it goes up . . .


and up . . .


and up!


in my night world dream, i stood at the bottom of this very hill, holding 
the front forks of a bicycle by the handlebar stem. 

it had no wheels, no drivetrain, no brakes, no seat, no handlebars. 

i knew that as long as i held tightly with both hands onto the handlebar stem that i would be safe.

it hovered and held me off the ground such that i could extend my body outwards and parallel to the ground if i wished - and i did wish that, so i did - 

and i glided upwards twisting my body this way and that, weaving up the side of the hill's body.

i woke and began this day by laughing . . . 

Monday, December 2, 2013

welcome!



snow. rain. green leaves. brown leaves

lots of in-between

and i like that sitting on the cusp moment
of saying welcome
even as i say goodbye