happy halloweenie!
...so scarey it made my teeth sweet.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
hello workshop saturday
hello folks,
i am teaching a workshop at nathalie-roze and company this saturday. i do believe a few spots are a waiting to be filled.
please click on nathalie-roze, in my links to find out more.
thanks and enjoy the day.
i am teaching a workshop at nathalie-roze and company this saturday. i do believe a few spots are a waiting to be filled.
please click on nathalie-roze, in my links to find out more.
thanks and enjoy the day.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
downstairs now
today it is rainy
canadian geese flew by the window and honked
owen barked
in the puddle at the school big white sea gulls played stand on one foot
i see snips of the outside here
writing this
a patch of green
sounds of cars streaming by
a brick wall
windows of the neighbour next door
i see patches of light and dark
in the living room
shadows of sofa
and pillow
sounds of owen
licking his lips
tea sits waiting
in its basket
the earl of grey himself
with milk
how rich life seems
on this day
i woke very early today
and had a good chance to meet the day
walking in pouring rain with my dear dog
in the dark
illumintation from street lamps
scattered maple leaves on cement
frankenstein ready for halloween
syllabic chants in my mind
the rhythm of rain
not just the light but the soft sound
of everything moving
Saturday, October 20, 2007
The Continuing Adventures of Mama Small
Chapter 3459
Mama Small Goes to the Fun Fair
In which Mama brings her magic button making machine to her daughter's fun fair, in a booth entitled 'design your own button'.
Mama Small's journey brings her to the magic well, mysterious children with many buttons and the adventure of not really caring what day of the week it is.
Be sure to check out this mamoth old story, available now by cosmic conection, mind reading or filling in the blanks.
Have a rok-us good weekend folks.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
new post, wise old words, ancient Chinese secrets to share
i am reading a delightful book by jon kabat-zinn oddly enough
titled with my very favorite quote, which i thought was from the
1980's film buckeroo bonzai, the book is called:
wherever you go there you are
(mindful meditation in everyday life)
i have found it a beautiful read, and very true,
wherever you go there you are!
here are words from Chuang Tzu
a very wise guy from third century China
Prince Wen Hui's cook,
Was cutting up an ox.
Out went a hand,
Down went a shoulder,
He planted a foot,
He pressed with a knee,
The ox fell apart
With a whisper,
The bright cleaver murmured
Like a gentle wind.
Rhythm! Timing!
Like a sacred dance,
Like " The Mulberry Grove,"
Like ancient harmonies!
"Good work!" the Prince exclaimed,
"Your method is faultless!"
"Method?" said the cook
Laying aside his cleaver,
"What I follow is Tao
Beyond all methods!
"When I first began
To cut up oxen
I would see before me
The whole ox
All in one mass.
I no longer saw this mass.
I saw distinctions.
"But now I see nothing
With the eye. My whole being
Apprehends.
My senses are idle. The spirit
Free to work without plan
Follows its own instinct
Guided by natural line,
By the secret opening, the hidden space,
My cleaver finds its own way.
I cut through no joints, chop no bone.
. . .
"There are spaces in the joints:
The blade is thin and keen:
When this thinness
Finds that space
There is all the room you need!
It goes like a breeze!
Hence I have this cleaver nineteen years
As if newly sharpened!
"True, there are sometimes
Tough joints. I feel them coming,
I slow down, I watch closely,
Hold back, barely move the blade,
And whump! the part falls away
Landing like a clod of earth.
"Then I withdraw the blade,
I stand still
And let the joy of work
Sink in.
I clean the blade
And put it away."
Prince Wen Hui said,
"This is it! My cook has shown me
How I ought to live
My own life!'
-CHUANG TZU
( I did also read this advice from a book called something like "Crazy Dog" about being joyful and involved in your life
simply put this fellow, a Brian someone, sorry I seemed to have mislaid this book and can't recall the authors name said "Let God open the holes")
also I love this from John Kabit-Zinn's book
a passage by our old friend Lao-Tsu, author of
the Tao-te- Ching
Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?
titled with my very favorite quote, which i thought was from the
1980's film buckeroo bonzai, the book is called:
wherever you go there you are
(mindful meditation in everyday life)
i have found it a beautiful read, and very true,
wherever you go there you are!
here are words from Chuang Tzu
a very wise guy from third century China
Prince Wen Hui's cook,
Was cutting up an ox.
Out went a hand,
Down went a shoulder,
He planted a foot,
He pressed with a knee,
The ox fell apart
With a whisper,
The bright cleaver murmured
Like a gentle wind.
Rhythm! Timing!
Like a sacred dance,
Like " The Mulberry Grove,"
Like ancient harmonies!
"Good work!" the Prince exclaimed,
"Your method is faultless!"
"Method?" said the cook
Laying aside his cleaver,
"What I follow is Tao
Beyond all methods!
"When I first began
To cut up oxen
I would see before me
The whole ox
All in one mass.
I no longer saw this mass.
I saw distinctions.
"But now I see nothing
With the eye. My whole being
Apprehends.
My senses are idle. The spirit
Free to work without plan
Follows its own instinct
Guided by natural line,
By the secret opening, the hidden space,
My cleaver finds its own way.
I cut through no joints, chop no bone.
. . .
"There are spaces in the joints:
The blade is thin and keen:
When this thinness
Finds that space
There is all the room you need!
It goes like a breeze!
Hence I have this cleaver nineteen years
As if newly sharpened!
"True, there are sometimes
Tough joints. I feel them coming,
I slow down, I watch closely,
Hold back, barely move the blade,
And whump! the part falls away
Landing like a clod of earth.
"Then I withdraw the blade,
I stand still
And let the joy of work
Sink in.
I clean the blade
And put it away."
Prince Wen Hui said,
"This is it! My cook has shown me
How I ought to live
My own life!'
-CHUANG TZU
( I did also read this advice from a book called something like "Crazy Dog" about being joyful and involved in your life
simply put this fellow, a Brian someone, sorry I seemed to have mislaid this book and can't recall the authors name said "Let God open the holes")
also I love this from John Kabit-Zinn's book
a passage by our old friend Lao-Tsu, author of
the Tao-te- Ching
Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
i do love you mr. doctor suess!
found this posted on the wall at my wee daughter's public school
might have the words turned around a wee bit, cause i am like that.
"be who you are. say what you feel. those that mind don't matter.
those that matter don't mind."
-Dr. Suess
might have the words turned around a wee bit, cause i am like that.
"be who you are. say what you feel. those that mind don't matter.
those that matter don't mind."
-Dr. Suess
Friday, October 12, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
behind the tree
i am sitting on a log
looking to the tree in front of me
two small boys peek out, as if getting out the front door of the tree home
and then noticing an audience of one, peek back in
out runs one,
sits on the other log
and says
'would you like to sit with me'
i move logs introduce myself
kim
kale is he.
he tells me the other boy is a good and nice boy named kai
the boy with blue shoes
kale came at me growling and i told him i was a little scared,
he said no i am kale
kale says i am not his boy
which i tell him i know
and i tell him that it looked as if he disappeared into the tree,
as if it where a house
big tree, smallboys
kai comes over with little to say as kale introduces him
becones him to come over and 'meet this girl' that's me.
so much behind a tree
when ask where my ideas come from
from behind a tree is as good an answer as any
from lint in pockets and magical raindrops
and complicated medical equipment
and mostly just letting them come
being quiet enough to hear
which sometimes because they are so soft and gentle
takes alot of silence
i wonder if kai and kale are in there tree house or
have gone to nursery school, or maybe growling
practicing intense scare tactics that drop away at a moments concern
it was so very nice meeting these little boys from behind the tree.
looking to the tree in front of me
two small boys peek out, as if getting out the front door of the tree home
and then noticing an audience of one, peek back in
out runs one,
sits on the other log
and says
'would you like to sit with me'
i move logs introduce myself
kim
kale is he.
he tells me the other boy is a good and nice boy named kai
the boy with blue shoes
kale came at me growling and i told him i was a little scared,
he said no i am kale
kale says i am not his boy
which i tell him i know
and i tell him that it looked as if he disappeared into the tree,
as if it where a house
big tree, smallboys
kai comes over with little to say as kale introduces him
becones him to come over and 'meet this girl' that's me.
so much behind a tree
when ask where my ideas come from
from behind a tree is as good an answer as any
from lint in pockets and magical raindrops
and complicated medical equipment
and mostly just letting them come
being quiet enough to hear
which sometimes because they are so soft and gentle
takes alot of silence
i wonder if kai and kale are in there tree house or
have gone to nursery school, or maybe growling
practicing intense scare tactics that drop away at a moments concern
it was so very nice meeting these little boys from behind the tree.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Monday, October 01, 2007
thank you, workshop news, blue gloves
thank you to all those that visited during the word on the street festival it was a wonderful wirlwind day, with lots of people and plenty of sunshine. as i closed up my case for the day, i scrambled to buy hungs 1 2 3 by shannon gerrard, number 3 has me still in it's power, she does very beautiful work shannongerrard.org.
workshop news:
i will be teaching a couple of creative card making workshops at www.nathalie-roze.com
we sew on paper, use interesting ephemera and nathalie-roze provides delicious tea and scones, needless to say i enjoy these workshops very much, sharing skills, incouraging creative acts and ingesting tea and scone.
the dates of the workshops are saturday october 6th, this saturday and saturday october 27th, please sign up at nathalie roze's website.
blue gloves
today while walking owen
a woman bounded down the sidewalk
and owen a little stunned balked
as she went to say hello
"do you love me"
she asked
i thought maybe it was her blue gloves,
"ah yes nylon"
as owen resummed his love
"we a so smart"
she said
i giggled
yep we a so smart!
well chores to do errands to run or perhaps walk
a place to sit, calm to enter, and resuming making
stuff for the biggy one of a kind this november
shoulder tightens at that prospect, excited and
a little fearful...my mount kilamanjaro
so for today
thank you,
workshop news
blue gloves
xo
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
word on the street
this sunday in queens park here in toronto is the word on the street festival, a very fun fall literary event.
please come by and see me. my friend james and i will be featuring our new calendar for 2008, this year they are mini sized and i think super cute!
we will be under james' banner 2x4 to the forehead F1 in the fringe beat section, the toronto star usually features the festival with a map and such.
hope to see you there.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
dog fight
your the kind of person that makes people lose good dogs
i am coming out of the dollar store
where i went to get a few things to decompress from computer difficulties
i see a man with high piles hair, like a coil a calabrese sausage
i see he is attaching a dog to a pole
i aproach slowly as i have a chocolate bar in my hand and the sidewalk is narrow
waiting for his action pausing then will take mine
i see in a flash that the dog has a muzzle
is a white pit bull
but that the dog is also smiling and wagging his tail
for some reason how the man jerks upright after fixing his dog
for some reason feeling nervous, old fears dying slow, and
having my spider sences tingle i jump.
the man makes a muffled remark, unclear but a negative
and i stop and look at the man square in his face
eye to eye
he says this reaction is the worst
dogs can sense this
it makes them aggressive
why do you do that?
because he is wearing a muzzle..?
unsure myself
knowing i still have dog prejudice
knowing that this owner has this dog
because he wants to intimidate
knowing this because the man now
and not the dog is intimidating
saying to me
people like you are the reason people lose good dogs
if you wanted a dog people wouldn't be afraid of
perhaps a chihuahua might be a better choice
in a demonstration with the arms surveying his being
says why because i am a black man
no idea about this correlation but i start to think about
my dog prejudice, prejudice in general, this mans prejudice
unlistening, un-understanding
let me tell you something
says my petite 5' to his 6'
moving closer voice low eyes engaged
(because i know it is the small animals like me that are made truly tough)
i used to cross the road when i saw a tiny dog
now i have a dog..
but he is unlistening
sees someone and asks me to wait turning his back
as if i will wait for further misconceptions and insults
and arrogance
now i understand my hesitation
my waiting for agression
and it came
not from the dog
that continued to wag his tail
but from this man
who doesn't know me
at all.
i am coming out of the dollar store
where i went to get a few things to decompress from computer difficulties
i see a man with high piles hair, like a coil a calabrese sausage
i see he is attaching a dog to a pole
i aproach slowly as i have a chocolate bar in my hand and the sidewalk is narrow
waiting for his action pausing then will take mine
i see in a flash that the dog has a muzzle
is a white pit bull
but that the dog is also smiling and wagging his tail
for some reason how the man jerks upright after fixing his dog
for some reason feeling nervous, old fears dying slow, and
having my spider sences tingle i jump.
the man makes a muffled remark, unclear but a negative
and i stop and look at the man square in his face
eye to eye
he says this reaction is the worst
dogs can sense this
it makes them aggressive
why do you do that?
because he is wearing a muzzle..?
unsure myself
knowing i still have dog prejudice
knowing that this owner has this dog
because he wants to intimidate
knowing this because the man now
and not the dog is intimidating
saying to me
people like you are the reason people lose good dogs
if you wanted a dog people wouldn't be afraid of
perhaps a chihuahua might be a better choice
in a demonstration with the arms surveying his being
says why because i am a black man
no idea about this correlation but i start to think about
my dog prejudice, prejudice in general, this mans prejudice
unlistening, un-understanding
let me tell you something
says my petite 5' to his 6'
moving closer voice low eyes engaged
(because i know it is the small animals like me that are made truly tough)
i used to cross the road when i saw a tiny dog
now i have a dog..
but he is unlistening
sees someone and asks me to wait turning his back
as if i will wait for further misconceptions and insults
and arrogance
now i understand my hesitation
my waiting for agression
and it came
not from the dog
that continued to wag his tail
but from this man
who doesn't know me
at all.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
dogs i know
owen my little scruffy mix
spot my childhood dog
lulu one of owen's best chums, a golden doodle that is black and looks like a plush when her hair is cut short
morgan another of owens good wrestling mates a white lab
aimee a spunky little terrier
guiness a dignified bigger terrier
rudy a somewhat ruder but very cute terrier
bo short for boreal (cause he was found in that kind of forest) a black smart fellow, long leggedy beasty
abner a short weener dog with long hair think lil'l abner
celia a gorgeous bull mastive
baily a bernese doodle just a wee four month pup
rumble a shaggy dog with very human eyes
budgie another of owen's good chums a tiny little teeny white fluff ball of a dog
masie a mini schanauzer that is a little bit of a nervous girl
kali a beautiful affectionate chocolate brown lab
kamil lives with kali and is a lovely yellow lab boy
joey a rescue with a squirrely tail and a heart of gold
toby a big black dog with a bark like barry white a gentle giant
koochee an older girl big warm brown with excellent wisdom and vibe
milou lives with koochee as does hamish see next a furry little plump bundle of joy
hamish an older gentle man of scottish decent
wendle a furry golden colured young lad
kane a blood hound from the south
lucky a wheaten terrier with very kind eyes
figo a wonderful mix of terrier and pug that can read your mind
madison an older girl that enjoys watching the action
claire a feisty smaller girl with a big watch dog persona
chester part couch part lab a sweet brown dog that will win you over
pipper a high spirited lass
bart friend to benji morkie
benji friend to bart morkie
masie owen's corgie girlfriend
kane bull mastive, king corso mix very large and totally sweet
frosty a high spirited lab pup
ginger and molly imports from ireland part jack part terrier 100% crazy good puppies
sylvie lives with molly and ginger a wirery bouvier mix that is so smart it hurts
max a new ball of fuff
jake a huge ball of fluff that started small think large muppet
taz i love taz and one day wish to kidnap him but i never will he is a long haired dashund
dante black lab wanders very sweet
this list is not complete, many dogs i don't know on a first name basis
oh did i mention i used to be completly afraid of dogs, so scared i would freeze or i would have to cross the road well in advance....it is never too late to dispel a fear thinks me...
happily i have gone to the dogs!
woof
spot my childhood dog
lulu one of owen's best chums, a golden doodle that is black and looks like a plush when her hair is cut short
morgan another of owens good wrestling mates a white lab
aimee a spunky little terrier
guiness a dignified bigger terrier
rudy a somewhat ruder but very cute terrier
bo short for boreal (cause he was found in that kind of forest) a black smart fellow, long leggedy beasty
abner a short weener dog with long hair think lil'l abner
celia a gorgeous bull mastive
baily a bernese doodle just a wee four month pup
rumble a shaggy dog with very human eyes
budgie another of owen's good chums a tiny little teeny white fluff ball of a dog
masie a mini schanauzer that is a little bit of a nervous girl
kali a beautiful affectionate chocolate brown lab
kamil lives with kali and is a lovely yellow lab boy
joey a rescue with a squirrely tail and a heart of gold
toby a big black dog with a bark like barry white a gentle giant
koochee an older girl big warm brown with excellent wisdom and vibe
milou lives with koochee as does hamish see next a furry little plump bundle of joy
hamish an older gentle man of scottish decent
wendle a furry golden colured young lad
kane a blood hound from the south
lucky a wheaten terrier with very kind eyes
figo a wonderful mix of terrier and pug that can read your mind
madison an older girl that enjoys watching the action
claire a feisty smaller girl with a big watch dog persona
chester part couch part lab a sweet brown dog that will win you over
pipper a high spirited lass
bart friend to benji morkie
benji friend to bart morkie
masie owen's corgie girlfriend
kane bull mastive, king corso mix very large and totally sweet
frosty a high spirited lab pup
ginger and molly imports from ireland part jack part terrier 100% crazy good puppies
sylvie lives with molly and ginger a wirery bouvier mix that is so smart it hurts
max a new ball of fuff
jake a huge ball of fluff that started small think large muppet
taz i love taz and one day wish to kidnap him but i never will he is a long haired dashund
dante black lab wanders very sweet
this list is not complete, many dogs i don't know on a first name basis
oh did i mention i used to be completly afraid of dogs, so scared i would freeze or i would have to cross the road well in advance....it is never too late to dispel a fear thinks me...
happily i have gone to the dogs!
woof
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
true love
underneath the earth
a couple hold hands
waiting for the train
that will separate them
she will board it
in her air of contentment
as he watches from the platform
full
i watch them, feel the radiation
of the two
unaware of me or anyone else
i spy and bathe in their afterglow
every so often they take it in turn
to initiate the most gentle and complete
hugs and caresses
nothing going to far for public affection
just making the world more lovely
for the ripples that extend far beyond just them
a couple hold hands
waiting for the train
that will separate them
she will board it
in her air of contentment
as he watches from the platform
full
i watch them, feel the radiation
of the two
unaware of me or anyone else
i spy and bathe in their afterglow
every so often they take it in turn
to initiate the most gentle and complete
hugs and caresses
nothing going to far for public affection
just making the world more lovely
for the ripples that extend far beyond just them
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
today's story
a tall thin man and his dog run beeline across the park
thoughts enter like this
some kinda maniac
cute dog, funny hair cut- i like him
later that same morning after the man with purpose disappears
he and his hound reappear along a path, by the train tracks
the man says to me " i just said hello to my wife on the train"
i say " oh that is so nice"
he says " it was at 70mph, i will phone her now and see if she saw me"
down the path i one way he the other
i hear him tell another
"i just said hellow to my wife on the train"
concrete stairs draw both owen and i down
and in a little grassy nook with home style benches and flowering shrubs, i am drawn further by a little plaque that says
"to wally and enid" something or rather
for spearheading the ashdale parkette
we walk home
cosmos
sunflowers
a lady with heavy grocery
a house with an add on house behind it
a lady with a dog another without her dog
that wishes to tell me all about her
all this delivering forgotten eggs
in soft light
rain drips, too small to be called drops
and upstairs
to tip tap these words
for today's story...
i hope you have enjoyed it.
xo
Monday, September 03, 2007
doctor strange lump
it's on my leg
a dog at 40mph
a lulu
ran into my shin
and after i lifted my pant leg
i thought of harry potter and his quidditch accidents
holiday monday
stalled
napping at odd times
eatting odd food
wanting to
but not
somethimes the sparks don't
and i am plugged
so rarely that i forget this feeling
sometimes it comes after odd odd dreaming
after eating too close to bed time
in my dreams
things are not what they seem
a hidden history
rubble
and cultish sacrifice and the strangest strange feeling
i wake more tirered having explored this basement
one i didn't know i had
feelings of distrust and shifting sands
a dog at 40mph
a lulu
ran into my shin
and after i lifted my pant leg
i thought of harry potter and his quidditch accidents
holiday monday
stalled
napping at odd times
eatting odd food
wanting to
but not
somethimes the sparks don't
and i am plugged
so rarely that i forget this feeling
sometimes it comes after odd odd dreaming
after eating too close to bed time
in my dreams
things are not what they seem
a hidden history
rubble
and cultish sacrifice and the strangest strange feeling
i wake more tirered having explored this basement
one i didn't know i had
feelings of distrust and shifting sands
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
nice weather we are having arn't we?
at the zen buddhist temple bookshop
i found this bumper sticker
"jesus saves, buddha catches, buddha scores!"
isn't that funny?
Friday, August 24, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
imagine purple peppers, fresh violin, and a basket of buttons
there really are purple peppers
honest
and today krissy and i saw a whole basket full
the girl played fiddle
the meats smoked
and the corn was abundant
we drank tea
and unraveled our tales
sip sip
chat chat
keeping tracks of minutes
with the darkening of the brew
isn't it exciting to have a new friend
one who gets excited about fresh vegtables
sweet watermelon and ears of corn
isn't it a wonder...
today i walked another dog
and decieded i had the right dog
the right size and temperment
even though i was delighted and taken
by sweet sweet morgan the yellow lab pup
a dog in ear rang barked and owen warned them off
he is small and feisty and well reminds me a little of me
scruffy, feisty, small, engaging...i hope
morgan ran, looked very concerned and tried to hide
why is it the small ones are made so tuff?
guess cause they need to be
i got a basket of buttons too.
imagine.
and a present of one of my most favorite show dvds
'the hilarious house of frightenstein'
from my little b and big J
imagine,
all this buzz in just one day...
imagine purple peppers
and fresh violin
honest
and today krissy and i saw a whole basket full
the girl played fiddle
the meats smoked
and the corn was abundant
we drank tea
and unraveled our tales
sip sip
chat chat
keeping tracks of minutes
with the darkening of the brew
isn't it exciting to have a new friend
one who gets excited about fresh vegtables
sweet watermelon and ears of corn
isn't it a wonder...
today i walked another dog
and decieded i had the right dog
the right size and temperment
even though i was delighted and taken
by sweet sweet morgan the yellow lab pup
a dog in ear rang barked and owen warned them off
he is small and feisty and well reminds me a little of me
scruffy, feisty, small, engaging...i hope
morgan ran, looked very concerned and tried to hide
why is it the small ones are made so tuff?
guess cause they need to be
i got a basket of buttons too.
imagine.
and a present of one of my most favorite show dvds
'the hilarious house of frightenstein'
from my little b and big J
imagine,
all this buzz in just one day...
imagine purple peppers
and fresh violin
Friday, August 17, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
taking flight staying home
thank you
to all the people who have let my work fly into their homes, places i have never visited, some i have, so interesting to stop and think of all the ways ideas and things travel, textures felt, things seen, sniffed, touched by another,
columbus ohio
kingswood texas
bloomington mini soda pop
parksville british columbia
mccomb ohio
buenos aires argentina
littleton co
angers france
montreal quebec
toronto toronto toronto onto street i have never been
harwinton connecticut
chicago il
iadera ranch california
devon united kingdom
peebleshire united kingdom
shannon ms
des moines iowa
cullowhee north carolina
nashville tennese
lake forest park washington
elkton maryland
parede portugal
new cumberland pa
la quinta california
berlin germany
goodrich mi
athens ohio
owings mills maryland
braga portugal
lombard il
abilene texas
sugar hill georgia
san francisco california
moscow russia
manchester nh
minneapolis mn
san antonio texas
albuquerque new mexico
rome italy
vancouver british columbia
currie united kingdom
tolucka lake california
ludlow ma
oakville ontario
worchester ma
lisboa portugal
toledo ohio
who knew?
no wonder i have been feeling al little tirered...
thank you so much for allowing me to take flight and stay at home!
xo
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
right now
right now i am uncurling my toes
and drinking hot tea, even though i have had enough caffeine to sink a battle ship
such violent metaphores,
let's try again
even though i have had enough caffeine to enliven my garden and set the mums to dancing around with wild eyes
that's better
right now i am reading the final harry potter
who isn't
right now i am younger than yesterday
and have discovered that thought can bump into you
i did earlier, right into me in the form of a friend
that likes the same colour families while we both
searched for second hand treasures
right now my tea is cooling
and my throat is healing from soreness
right now i am too lazy to get the poem i wrote in my notebook
that i was going to post
now my back is a little hunched
the smell of ratatoulie wafts up here
the floor is scattered with colourful bits of paper
the fingers are enjoying playing on the keypad
right now is good.
really
right now i will finish the mug of tea
that sits on the desk
and get back to reading
couch laying
and silence
for right now
see you
again
and drinking hot tea, even though i have had enough caffeine to sink a battle ship
such violent metaphores,
let's try again
even though i have had enough caffeine to enliven my garden and set the mums to dancing around with wild eyes
that's better
right now i am reading the final harry potter
who isn't
right now i am younger than yesterday
and have discovered that thought can bump into you
i did earlier, right into me in the form of a friend
that likes the same colour families while we both
searched for second hand treasures
right now my tea is cooling
and my throat is healing from soreness
right now i am too lazy to get the poem i wrote in my notebook
that i was going to post
now my back is a little hunched
the smell of ratatoulie wafts up here
the floor is scattered with colourful bits of paper
the fingers are enjoying playing on the keypad
right now is good.
really
right now i will finish the mug of tea
that sits on the desk
and get back to reading
couch laying
and silence
for right now
see you
again
Monday, August 06, 2007
earl and wendel
wendel, wendel have you seen my power tools?
no earl sorry i haven't
but wendel it was dad that gave them to me.
oh earl don't worry, he would understand.
thanks wendel i feel much better
oh earl thats what friends are for.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Auntie Minerva's Red Cake
my friend minerva is making cake
from scratch
and it must be red
red is lucky
for the unborn baby
norman's first
auntie minerva
will really be auntie minerva
i have called minerva auntie for years
because she is warm and kind and prepared
and very passionate in a way that is precise
scientific and tasty
take the red cake
experiment number 5
made with essense of rose water
love
beets and cranberry
and if this isn't lucky
to have an auntie
a friend that cares so much
to really make a cake
and test it until it is true
and stir in the batter
secret wishes and desires
for new life
with hope
and frosting
and spice
minerva knows how to love
and how to make cake
from scratch
and it must be red
red is lucky
for the unborn baby
norman's first
auntie minerva
will really be auntie minerva
i have called minerva auntie for years
because she is warm and kind and prepared
and very passionate in a way that is precise
scientific and tasty
take the red cake
experiment number 5
made with essense of rose water
love
beets and cranberry
and if this isn't lucky
to have an auntie
a friend that cares so much
to really make a cake
and test it until it is true
and stir in the batter
secret wishes and desires
for new life
with hope
and frosting
and spice
minerva knows how to love
and how to make cake
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
dreams affect or is it effect breakfast choices for all
jeff kinear
the indentical twin brother of the famous actor greg kinear
was not in love with me.
unrequited love even in a dream sucks.
jeff shrunk himself, which made me angry.
a woman who insisted she was not homeless,
as she sleept in the library was homophobic,
and anoying and was trying to get me to move a sofa
into the library for her...
upon waking after such awful nightmarish anoyance
i ate all dressed potatoe chips for breakfast,
and summoned the charactor mud ball who has been renamed
mud flap to the surface, she is the charactor side of myself
from the deep south, lives in a trailor park can fix vehicles
and takes such health risks as eating potato chips for breakfast
bea my daughter asked if she could have potato chips for breakfast
i, no longer mud ball or mud flap induced firmly told her no
she was not old enough, to behave so poorly and ingage in such fool
hardey and foolish habits...i also told her it was illegal in the state of oregon
and that the children's aid society would fine me...and then i lovingly gave her
a bowl of life cereal.
dreams affect breakfast choices for all
the indentical twin brother of the famous actor greg kinear
was not in love with me.
unrequited love even in a dream sucks.
jeff shrunk himself, which made me angry.
a woman who insisted she was not homeless,
as she sleept in the library was homophobic,
and anoying and was trying to get me to move a sofa
into the library for her...
upon waking after such awful nightmarish anoyance
i ate all dressed potatoe chips for breakfast,
and summoned the charactor mud ball who has been renamed
mud flap to the surface, she is the charactor side of myself
from the deep south, lives in a trailor park can fix vehicles
and takes such health risks as eating potato chips for breakfast
bea my daughter asked if she could have potato chips for breakfast
i, no longer mud ball or mud flap induced firmly told her no
she was not old enough, to behave so poorly and ingage in such fool
hardey and foolish habits...i also told her it was illegal in the state of oregon
and that the children's aid society would fine me...and then i lovingly gave her
a bowl of life cereal.
dreams affect breakfast choices for all
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
news from the garden and kundalini
last night i tried a yoga class at the community centre
it was kundalini
no sauce
lots of breathe work
done in the dark
and good time stretch
news from the garden
the neighbour next door has a shield
of today's local paper
i am not sure what is 'new' for her
my news from the garden,
is the new rose appears to have bloomed
a gorgeous bloom with a lovely soft quiet scent
it is the colour of technicolour coral,
1967 kodacrome
it's leaves have been ravished, but it is in bloom
an ant, red climbs a tree
the pine at the back has curious weeping knot holes
sap smelling with an odd white mold around them
i wonder if it is suffering an illness, with all the
skinned knee knot holes
the grass is damp
the daisies flowers are in decline,
the hostas will flower soon!
who knew..
and the bees are active with a purple flower
who i haven't had the pleasure of knowing by name
so much news in the garden today
kundalini residue
and the third eye
the kink in the back and the mind
unblocked.
i wonder what the neighbour reads,
but sort of know and am not too interested
in that kind of news for now,
perhaps on the weekend
or maybe next week
so much news to obtain,
but i think i prefer the news from the garden.
Monday, July 09, 2007
compression
around the neck
and in the chest
a certain compression
heavy cream soup air
and too many details
sweept away not
instead a lump
of hot coal
on a groggy day
thinking trees
and breeze
and air
and not worrying about
heavyness and thick soup air
and the letting go
with the snags in the stockings
and the ache in the bones
some days
are like this
some days
are not
dreams that pass and are forgotten
too odd and claustrophobic
too jumbled and un understandable
for now
air water earth fire
north east south west
the computer
the telephone
speech
touch taste smell
becoming unburied as i sort
words on a page
as i organize myself anew
as new old routines need to be
rerouted once again
counting blessings
closing eyes
allowing oneself to just be
tirered out
to just be
and in the chest
a certain compression
heavy cream soup air
and too many details
sweept away not
instead a lump
of hot coal
on a groggy day
thinking trees
and breeze
and air
and not worrying about
heavyness and thick soup air
and the letting go
with the snags in the stockings
and the ache in the bones
some days
are like this
some days
are not
dreams that pass and are forgotten
too odd and claustrophobic
too jumbled and un understandable
for now
air water earth fire
north east south west
the computer
the telephone
speech
touch taste smell
becoming unburied as i sort
words on a page
as i organize myself anew
as new old routines need to be
rerouted once again
counting blessings
closing eyes
allowing oneself to just be
tirered out
to just be
Sunday, July 08, 2007
stories
once upon a time in the middle of a month that starts with the letter j, a small woman meet a small man
and had a small small baby.
once upon a time in the month of july i went walking down about the park, and we watched and waited for something to happen, it did and still is.
when i began to write this post it was raining softly and the tiger lillies had survived the infection of a notorious red beetle.
while this post ends i need to bathe the bee and watch the dog does't eat anything dangeous.
sometimes minutes pass like stories and stories are only told in a minute.
love flows
and the pulse of the world keeps time...
and had a small small baby.
once upon a time in the month of july i went walking down about the park, and we watched and waited for something to happen, it did and still is.
when i began to write this post it was raining softly and the tiger lillies had survived the infection of a notorious red beetle.
while this post ends i need to bathe the bee and watch the dog does't eat anything dangeous.
sometimes minutes pass like stories and stories are only told in a minute.
love flows
and the pulse of the world keeps time...
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
martha stewart speaks to me in my dreams
martha stewart took me over to the home of an extremly wealthy friend.
in order to further get into the house there was a humungos waterfall
let's say the same size as niagara falls
i was to say the least taken aback
the deluge would kill
or would it..
martha was very encouraging
told me it was just an illusion,
a security device and to walk through it
'just walk through it'
said martha, gently guiding me with one arm around my shoulder
i was really frightened
seriously
a water fall the size of niagara
but with martha's kind words and gently but firm persuasion
i did just that
'oh my god' i exclaimed it was just an illusion....
****
great news by the way,
i have recently been told i have been accepted into the christmas
one of a kind show here in toronto....
oh martha give me strenght!!
Saturday, June 16, 2007
felt leaves
http://www.nathalie-roze.com/newsframe.html
it's true on the 23rd another crafternoon tea will happen at nathalie-roze and co.
it's a mini this time, in the courtyard of her shop
please come by to say hello and check out the nice makes
the locals have done.
Friday, June 15, 2007
no ledge
so much to tell
quiet bird twitter
of backyard sanctuary
about a million shades of green
trees make a wall
puzzle pieces of blue sky
jig saw cut sunlight
and fluff of the tree
that is sending off
a zillion puffy seeds
gathered up like fish eggs
salmon row, only white
air, no liquid space
i am thinking about
the spaces in between
textiles that show the
weave like summer linen
textiles made up of space
like lace
i have so much to tell
pregnant with stories
new experiences and
powerful dreams
Saturday, June 09, 2007
let things come to you
from a 'yogi' tea bag
ginger raspberry flavour
today a day off has come to me.
my workshop having been cancelled.
oh well.
a day off, hmmh been having a few of those lately
being well.
out of the no frills came simon,
an old friend who i brought home for tea
and back yard enjoyment.
he told excellent stories,
as he always does
i had been thinking of him,
and that day he me...
and well then we had tea!
the other day i called kathleen
and we meet in the park,
with her beautiful threeee
year old louisa and my wee
dog owen, we romped
and then backyarded in her
backyard and i had a lovely lunch
and we talked turkey, literally 'cause
kathleen a film maker went to show her
film in a feminist film festival in turkey
her film is a short called 'lost things'
a very thought provoking short,
honoured to have done the illustration for her poster,
i might mention
any way organic eggs are way yellow
and taste awesome
gave owen a bath the other day
on the impulse cause he was
watching me so enjoy the tub
and grabbed my pal bay's
handmade shampoo bar soap
then all the dogs loved him more
and thought he smelled too delicious
today is sunny and the air is clear
and all the little doggies frolicked
and things came to me like space
and stretch and wellness
and it is all well just excellent.
really i am not a polly anna with
rose coloured glasses, it's just
that moment to moment
air and sun can be so so fine.
peace
and
love
to you!!
Monday, June 04, 2007
pouch grey corduroy collage woman
this little pouch has found it's way to a gifty shop, along with other of my makes if in Picton please vist
Kelly's
197 Main Street
Picton,Ontario
www.kellyshop.com
Picton is a very pretty little town, near Sandbanks National Park
My friend Bay the soap maker and bee keeper lives near Picton
her stuff is lovely. Please check out her site at
www.honeypieh.com
My favorite is her signature scent and soap "Bay" it smells great.
now to walk in rain,
eat bacon
(yes i am aware it is bad)
drink tea
make beds
sew bookmarks
putter
wander
enjoy rain colours
laundry
something for dinner
run errand
make custom button for huge
look for poems from the mall for christine
return vivian's phone call from last week!
find vivians number
remove clutter
see you soon.
peace out.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
smelling lillies of the valley instead
today
thrifty thursday
at the goodwill 50% off
thought my wallet was pick pocketed
instead it waits at home
perhaps a signal to end the constant stock piles
of things i might need
and smell the lillies of the valley instead
left behind
one long sleeve black t-shirt
one lovely cotton black turtle neck sweater
dogs in canada anual magazine 2006
book on quilting
book on creative machine embroidery
a new type nancy drew mystery
and a book about a motorcycle adventure
in the garden green
dandylion puff balls
sparce lillac in bloom
too talk grass that i like
leaves of green
green green
dog barks
iron reaches temperature
and that is that
thrifty thursday
at the goodwill 50% off
thought my wallet was pick pocketed
instead it waits at home
perhaps a signal to end the constant stock piles
of things i might need
and smell the lillies of the valley instead
left behind
one long sleeve black t-shirt
one lovely cotton black turtle neck sweater
dogs in canada anual magazine 2006
book on quilting
book on creative machine embroidery
a new type nancy drew mystery
and a book about a motorcycle adventure
in the garden green
dandylion puff balls
sparce lillac in bloom
too talk grass that i like
leaves of green
green green
dog barks
iron reaches temperature
and that is that
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
number 3
june the 9th i will be teaching my creativecard making workshop (which focuses of collage and sewing on paper) at www.nathalie-roze.com in leslieville, it will be in the afternoon this time. the past workshops have been lots of fun, the scones and tea are always lovely and the introduction to the sewing machine seems to help people become less afraid of it. please tell your friends who might be interested.
thanks,
kim
Monday, May 28, 2007
the day i didn't have clean underpants
remember the june day in the picture
blue cotton boomers taken against the slide in the concrete playground
hair in bunches and bobbles
uncle bobby sweat shirt
brother and self in a tree at niagara falls
against the leaves of green white flowers
with yellow centers
today i explained to owen he was gonna loose his balls
so when the males in the park came up to him sniffing around
to see if he had balls he wouldn't
and because bob barker from the price is right keeps saying so
imagine being memorable for this historic quote
"remember get your pets spay and neutred"
tired today
looking for a place to dance
sick to death of sitting
when my whole body says 'hi remember me?"
and i am and i do and then i recall what music
makes me do sway and swoon and fall in love
and want to dance dance dance one more dance
i will arrange a time and place
and secretly tango
with a rose in my mouth
recalling the tango contest i won at 14
at a resort called delawana with a talk blonde girl with moxy
and recall too coming of age
getting a period
the mystery of big fat tampons with no aplicator
and being called pumpkin even though i wasn't that round
memories don't need to be made they seep in
brew like the best coffee
steep like the best tea
sitting the snapsizes sizzle one to the other
and in the shower i just notice that on the shower head
there is a setting for niagara which i have never used
but choosing chance and experience over the fear of deluge
i just might
blue cotton boomers taken against the slide in the concrete playground
hair in bunches and bobbles
uncle bobby sweat shirt
brother and self in a tree at niagara falls
against the leaves of green white flowers
with yellow centers
today i explained to owen he was gonna loose his balls
so when the males in the park came up to him sniffing around
to see if he had balls he wouldn't
and because bob barker from the price is right keeps saying so
imagine being memorable for this historic quote
"remember get your pets spay and neutred"
tired today
looking for a place to dance
sick to death of sitting
when my whole body says 'hi remember me?"
and i am and i do and then i recall what music
makes me do sway and swoon and fall in love
and want to dance dance dance one more dance
i will arrange a time and place
and secretly tango
with a rose in my mouth
recalling the tango contest i won at 14
at a resort called delawana with a talk blonde girl with moxy
and recall too coming of age
getting a period
the mystery of big fat tampons with no aplicator
and being called pumpkin even though i wasn't that round
memories don't need to be made they seep in
brew like the best coffee
steep like the best tea
sitting the snapsizes sizzle one to the other
and in the shower i just notice that on the shower head
there is a setting for niagara which i have never used
but choosing chance and experience over the fear of deluge
i just might
Thursday, May 17, 2007
broken pencil magazine review
in this spring's issue,
they say nice things about my book cosies.
thanks broken pencil!
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