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

flare


Monday, October 16, 2017

Sunday, October 15, 2017

mid-october yard duty

among the small joys - mid-october yard duty . . . .




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

mid october

quiet time beside the river . . .





Tuesday, October 10, 2017

become

this brave
this genuine
this simple
this beautiful!


Monday, October 9, 2017

the silver bean cafe archipelago


on a morning ride in to school through a cold fog . . . 




Sunday, October 8, 2017

rainy day details

a rainy afternoon . . . .



Saturday, October 7, 2017

leaf islands

watching little leaf islands make their way downriver . . . .


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


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 . . . .


Tuesday, October 3, 2017

lock 24, the "douro" lock

quiet time beside this old lock . . .



Monday, October 2, 2017

this talking about love

"Not anyone who says, “I’m going to be
careful and smart in matters of love,”
who says, “I’m going to choose slowly,”
but only those lovers who didn’t choose at all
but were, as it were, chosen
by something invisible and powerful and uncontrollable
and beautiful and possibly even
unsuitable —
only those know what I’m talking about
in this talking about love."

Mary Oliver






Sunday, October 1, 2017

riding for the warming room

yesterday morning i enjoyed a beautiful early autumn ride to omemee and back including quality time with my chums Michael and Christian! thanks again to all who supported my work on behalf of The Warming Room . . . .





Saturday, September 30, 2017

the cloud-filled river

the sky whorled
even as the granite i stood on
held still . . . 


Friday, September 29, 2017

what is

a year ago today, 
i sat by this pool of water and thought so many "what ifs". 
gradually, 
inexorably, 
magically, 
they have become "what is"...


Thursday, September 28, 2017

something good

some mornings i know ...
there's something good.
not necessarily beautiful -
something good.
and it's waiting.
and i'm riding, 
and i'm hoping that i can open my eyes, 
hoping that i can open my ears,
hoping that i can open my heart,
wide enough
to take it all in ....


Wednesday, September 27, 2017

the soft approach

waiting patiently for a cloud to tie up at this little mooring post . . .


Tuesday, September 26, 2017

the dock of the bay

among the small joys ...
slowing down and getting off my bike,
for some time by the dock of the bay . . .


Monday, September 25, 2017

riding for the warming room . . . .


On September 30th, I'm going to hop on my bicycle and ride 50 kilometres to help raise funds for The Warming Room. 
If The Warming Room is new to you, then please check it out right here. . . . .  http://www.warmingroom.ca/ 
I'd be truly grateful if you could help support my fundraising campaign. I believe that if you click on the link below, you'll land gently on my fundraising page!
Thanks Steven

Sunday, September 24, 2017

a training ride

peterborough to bridgenorth.
bridgenorth to peterborough.
peterborough to lakefield.
lakefield to peterborough.

fifty five kms.
a warm up for the ride for refuge . . .




Saturday, September 23, 2017

whose home?

when i come home after a long day, this is my fave place to sit back and relax in. my big brown chair. it's nicely worked in. 
of course the kittens know this, 
they really could care less . . . .


Friday, September 22, 2017

as above . . . so below

the sky above . . . .


the river below . . . .


Thursday, September 21, 2017

into the river clouds


"Everything that was broken has
forgotten its brokenness. I live
now in a sky-house, through every
window the sun. Also your presence.
Our touching, our stories. Earthly
and holy both. How can this be, but
it is. Every day has something in
it whose name is forever."

mary oliver


Wednesday, September 20, 2017

volvo p1800s

on a recent ride, i noticed this car pulling into a vegetable stand. i chatted with the owner and eventually asked if he was good with me taking pics. this was at one time one of my dream cars - a volvo p1800s, designed by pietro frua (who also did work for - among others - maserati). this one looks to be a 1965 model . . .



Tuesday, September 19, 2017

home under a setting sun

biking on the sixth line of smith . . .


Monday, September 18, 2017

early autumn

i rode to lakefield this afternoon. i enjoyed a fast, sweaty ride north. on the return journey i gifted myself a more peaceful ride along the old railway track, now repurposed as a trail.