The Beauty in Ordinary Days

He Must be 16 Yrs Old By Now!

Watching Peanut-the-cat ‘watching’ birds, while sipping my first cup of coffee, is an experience that can not be overrated.  I love these mornings of autumn where everything seems to take on texture, more than any other time of year.  My autumn is filled with ‘ordinary’ days and I feel like I’m made new because of it.

Sparrows Polish Off Yesterday's Feed

On one of my off-leash experiences with Max, I completely relaxed into autumn and wrote.

It is an
autumn
afternoon.

I haven’t been a 
part
of the earth before.
I am the ground,
a bed of yellow leaves,
cool.

I watch the
golden bedazzled
flecks of leaves

separate

from the outermost branches
of hundred year old trees

and gently,

one
after
another,

they come and cover me until
I decide to roll over and
write this poem on an envelope.

Blue sky dappled with bits of cloud;
sun spiked rays, 
like those sharp arms of light
in child-made drawings.
There, up in the corner.

I remember asking,
“Does the sun shine like that?” (What a stupid question!)

Look in the eyes said, “Yes.”

And today I learned it is so,
as sun rays reached around
and through tree arms,
lighting up the dance.

I am witness, this year,
to an event of extreme importance.

Delicious Morning

Adele has just got a CRAZY amazing voice!

“Someone Like You”

I heard that you’re settled down
That you found a girl and you’re married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain’t like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
“I’ll remember”, you said,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Yeah.

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday it was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over, yeah.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
“I’ll remember”, you said,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
“I’ll remember”, you said,
Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
“I’ll remember”, you said,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.

Autumn Hours: At the Bow River

Rose Hips

 I doddled at the river today.  I thought that cleaning the house was something I could do in the winter.  It was so absolutely important to take in the beauty of the river; the air was intoxicating.  Everything took pause. 

And then, there was an explosion of energy as I threw the stick into the water and shouted, “Get it, Max!”

Pathway Through Tall Thistle

 
The Texture of Today

I had that sense that I was in the presence of a secret intruder…a coyote? a monster?  that strange ‘thing’ that visits you when you are on your own in nature!

Come on, Mom! Let's get to the river! YIPPEE!

 Once to the river, we find the fishermen and the boats floating smoothly with the current.

I love our home and feel blessed!

 Glorious Days!

Golden Arms

 Miles of river, winding.

MMMMMmmmmm.

 

Inspiring Artist: John Hartman

I just watched one of a television series, “Spirit of the Art” (2006) and am reminded just how much I enjoy the work of artist, John Hartman.  Again, I think of my journey tucked in against the shores of Georgian Bay this summer and as I look at his canvases, John Hartman’s work reaches into my heart.

It’s really impossible to describe the painterly surfaces of his images, but suffice it to say that they are lush, with both smooth quiet places interspersed with yummy thick applications.  His marks are varied and in most pieces, it is possible to find depictions of figures, drawn loosely and in contrasted colour, figures that in themselves, convey a narrative.  For the most part, the viewer has the feeling of floating above a surreal landscape of both warm and cool colour, water and sky elements.  I treasure my hardcover book Big North, the Paintings of John Hartman, …always will!  The following video can be found on John Hartman’s website listed under Projects: Columbia River.

http://www.johnhartman.ca/columbia_river_video.php

Front Yard Visitors

Flea Bag

 

Now that the sparrows are actively feeding at the tube feeder at the front, there are other visitors.  This squirrel will be a ‘regular’ as he/she was here yesterday and then again this morning.  Good to note that he can’t access seed directly from the tube feeder, but waits for bits to be scattered on the ground!  With the squirrel, seems to come a magpie.  So on-and-off again yesterday, there was some squawking given by that big guy.

Image by Chris Bates

Most wonderful for me this morning was the visit from a small woodpecker.  The image above was taken by Chris Bates and this is what my little guy looked like. I’ve accessed my birder book and I’m still a bit uncertain, but I’m thinking he was a Downy Woodpecker, small, with black and white markings and a flash of red on his head.  He stayed for almost fifteen minutes, but because I wasn’t prepared for him, I likely didn’t make note of the necessary details to make an accurate identification. Awesome to have new visitors!

No getting rid of this guy! He's a lifer.

Seeing Wood NOT Paint

Ok, so now I’m getting somewhere.  Slow-but-sure the ugly green is disappearing and I’m bringing back a nice wood surface to receive the image that is waiting to be expressed.  This is a process that requires patience and a wee bit of time each and every day.

Green is Gone - White is Gone

 

Getting There

A Day of Contrasts

Pond Off of 22X

 Max and I circled this pond a couple of times yesterday.  It was a warm and glorious day outdoors, absolutely delicious; quite a contrast to the crazy energy at the Pearl Jam concert that evening!  Looking over the vast crowd, completely captivated by the band, I got that sense again, of being so tied into a huge collective voice and presence.  I feel so close to God in either situation; enjoying the calmness of the water OR sharing in the rise and fall of an extraordinary and BIG human voice!

20 Years