jackson creek runs through the centre of my city and is often hidden under streets, narrowed into a channel by steep concrete walls and is sadly filled with fast food containers and shopping carts . . .
this little stretch is special to me as it is where my first-born son alan and i used to go and hang out when he lived nearby . . .
i painted this picture back in 1993 after seeing it in a dream. since that time, it has served as a sort of talisman, and also a kind of pointed stick / guide as it reminds me of what happens when i am not entirely true to myself.
i woke this morning thinking of it - or perhaps it was reaching out to me. i found it in my bin filled with old pieces of my work and wondered if perhaps it was time for fresh eyes to be applied to it and for a new 2015 rendering to emerge.
dear readers, if, if you can afford it, if you are at an age and a stage where this is likely, if you are so entirely over-wrought as to be needing my advice . . . then may i suggest that you afford yourself the privilege of a day to be entirely placid, at peace, immersed in something gentle . . . to reflect on reflections . . .
ya know that there are days and times of life that squeeze into the simple act of breathing, and even show up in your dreams . . . . i'm learning, learning to like them, or at least . . . at least to trust their good intentions . . .
a day lightened considerably by visitors including my own beautiful dawsonboy, who spent all afternoon and into the early evening reminiscing, talking up his own futures, and asking the big questions that a twenty year old man can ask of his pre-mature father . . . . .
dawson is very much feeling the empty spaces of his little sister's departure for university pretty powerfully.
but, he was able to let some of that weight go when cat friends, scruff and sid showed up.
miss scruffypants . . . my neighbour linda's cat. her perennially unhappy face masks a truly affectionate loving cat. my home has been her second home.
sid. the king of both the north, and south sidewalks on aberdeen avenue. this year sid gave up smoking, and lightened up "considerably" on the scotch . . .