Monday, November 30, 2009

Monday, October 19, 2009

Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Unexamined Life


The unexamined life is not worth living.

-Socrates


Saturday, October 10, 2009

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Journey by Mary Oliver

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholywas terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Mary Oliver

Sunday, October 4, 2009

My Every Day Space

The town is one large house of which all the little houses are rooms. the streets are the stairs. Those who live always in the town are never out of doors even if they do take the air on the streets.
-Stephen Graham (From A Tramp's Sketches 1912)


Summer is gone - I'm spending all my time at work and all my time indoors. I sleep indoors, work indoors, travel by car to the mall or the store or to a friends house, or some other building, then I come home again. The time for living outside is gone. It's a strange feeling, especially considering the massive cubist structure in which I work every day. I inhabit a building that consists solely of man-made materials, hard surfaces, straight lines and right angles. And it doesn't change when I leave that building - Stephen Graham was right ... no matter where you are in a town, you are indoors - whether that be on the roads, on a sidewalk, on the subway...everything is a series of rooms and hallways. I'd really like to get out, but sometimes it seems like escape from Alcatraz.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Leos Janacek On the Overgrown Path


I first heard this music, composed by Leos Janacek, in the film "The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Seems perfect for the cool damp air of autumn and the changing colours that are everywhere today.


Sunday, August 23, 2009

God's Reading List: Annie Dillard


The question from agnosticism is, Who turned on the lights?
The question from faith is, Whatever for?

From Pilgrim at Tinker Creek: Intricacy

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Monday, June 1, 2009

Phlox




Wild Phlox currently covering the embankments next to roads and spreading through yards.

Flower Duet

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

God's Reading List: Sharon Butala

"This is my concept of my life: to reach a degree of clarity, of what James Hillman calls transparency, a transparent life, so that what I say, what I do, what I am, what I believe, are all one and the same thing. And the truth is the first step, the path itself, and the last step."

-from Coyote's Morning Cry

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Blustery Day

Today was a wonderfully blustery day with low level clouds racing past underneath almost stationary higher level clouds. You could see spring blowing in on the wind and you could smell it in the air.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Saturday, March 21, 2009

God's Reading List: Mary Oliver

Maker of All Things, Even Healings

All night
under the pines
the fox
moves through the darkness
with a mouthful of teeth
and a reputation for death
which it deserves.
In the spicy
villages of the mice
he is famous,
his nose
in the grass
is like an earthquake,
his feet
on the path
is a message so absolute
that the mouse, hearing it,
makes himself
as small as he can
as he sits silent
or, trembling, goes on
hunting among the grasses
for the ripe seeds.
Maker of All Things,
including appetite,
including stealth,
including the fear that makes
all of us, sometime or other,
flee for the sake
of our small and precious lives,
let me abide in your shadow--
let me hold onto the edge of your robe
as you determine
what you must let be lost
and what will be saved.

Mary Oliver

Just Beautiful


Friday, March 20, 2009

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Snowdrops


I went out walking through the conservation area this afternoon and spotted the first snowdrops of the year. They are growing out of part of an old collapsed retaining wall, spilling over and down to the ditch along the road. I start keeping my eyes open for this particular patch every February -- they are one of the most pleasant harbingers of spring

Monday, February 23, 2009

Clair de lune

The most beautiful piece of music ever written.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Big Thaw

Today was a beautifully bright day - a light blue sky scattered with fluffy cumulus - a perfect day for a walk down through the conservation areas. We've just had a week of rain and +8 degrees celsius weather, almost unheard of here in February, and all the creeks and streams are running at their maximum. The lake, which had been locked tight with white ice a week ago, was a dark mass of water, full of shifting sheets of ice - the water was gushing over the damn.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

God's Reading List: Thoreau

Nearest to all things is that power which fashions their being. Next to us the grandest laws are continually being executed. Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but workman whose work we are.

from "Solitude"

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Saturday, January 17, 2009