Sunday 27 March 2011

I will make pots


ombligo
the centre
la centre 

the dance
the flame
the corpse
those who are left behind 
the light
la luz
lumiere

                                                sunrise, daylight
morning, motion
movement, turning
the world

keeps turning
                                                magic
                       continues
time unfolds
the moon
the stars
the night sky

quiet
  
                         shadows cast as the
sun
sets

                         dramatic colors as the day
unwinds

cools down
  
descent of sun
rise of moon

                        nocturne

                         creatures are about
birds sleep

owls and bats
keep each other company


The seasons are changing again
Nostalgia is all about
The stars are brighter
Colors sharper


I’m hungry
J’ai fiaim
Tengo hambre

No se por qué

Don’t know anything

The world keeps stopping

                                          I only notice at the pauses

In between

love continues


fire
feu
feugo
                                                    sharpness

                                        brightness

                              separation

                                           of vapour and container

pots

I dream                            of pots

                              of clay

                                           of earth

                                                      of glass

                                                                           of holding


I dream of holding

                                                                  I am hungry

                                                           for holding

                                                                    my arms long

                                                            for holding

I will make pots



Saturday 26 March 2011

the joy of stepping

moss, stones, mud, ruts, water, branches in the way; not so much walking here - rather stepping
so carefully
at a pace to accommodate the path's intrinsic nature
the view becomes close, the volatile nature of earth and plants become obvious; the nose delights in spring
friends lead the way
they are part of the stepping, part of the land here
the volatile nature of enthusiasm becomes contagious
in the wildness we slow down; we accommodate ourselves

we slow down
begin to see, begin to smell, begin to feel
landscape
differently

begin to see, begin to smell, begin to feel
ourselves
differently

an arm
holding branches


a leg
stepping over trunks 

feet 
jumping puddles and brooks

words heard
words lost in the trail

the comfort of being with friends
with guides

details
wonder
delight

the enjoyment of 
a shared nature
to be carried home


and beyond


Monday 21 March 2011

softness

shadows are soft at certain times of days
at certain times of certain years


songs are soft when love comes calling


when love comes calling
songs are soft and smooth and strong


sentimental journeys sometimes
take me just where I want to go
sentimental journeys can be
soft and strong and slow


light and line
love and song
shadows sometimes take me there

weeds in winter

weeds in the dead of winter remind of another time
days of growth 
of competition for view
of riots of color


of bare feet
tangled life 
everywhere around


the earth so full
of invitation to play


and now only testament to that vitality
but such graphic line
such tribute to space
and sky


fit for quiet meditation
for song
for light

fallen wings




a fallen or torn off wing
we give advice like this - here this will help -
but how is one supposed to fly with that; pray tell ?

when we look at the details of the wing
the construction
the study of the connection
to what it once belonged
the flight that once was
we can remember flying too

we can hold the vision
together
and see each other once again in flight

Sunday 20 March 2011

stones

like stones , washed and tossed
we walked the shoreline
sun,
     shade,
            wind,
                      trees

we gathered stones
laughing,
           and sighing

world silent
              waking to us there

in spring
we walked thru shadows
of storms to come

like stones, washed and tossed
we walked
             and melted away

                                               days

we waited for sunshine
caught in wind
          and dark company of clouds

snow,
      then rain

we sat
        like
stones
washing away
in the mist

we walked and talked

                                             sitting

we walked up to the veil

slim
sheer
fabric of dream,
of life,
of lost relatives

                        of seas
                              never crossed in this imagining

we washed ourselves away
like stones
             washed by sea

and storm
                 tossed
to the edge of something real
and pure

we walked in the giant
roar of surf
              of stones
                       tossed, chattering back
down slopes

waves retreated
                in foamy stealth

apologizing,
           denying the next wave coming,

crashing
              against the
                             shoreline

we walked
gathering stones
                  tossed in storm surf,
the shoreline here
               the storms
                         from far away

we gathered stones
keepers of secrets
living,       
        silent

we wished
for their stony,      
                 secret         
                      stillness

in pockets
      in hands
              on shelves
                      in drawers
and shoes


we learned the weight of
stones
the stillness of
stones



stolen from
the rocky shoreline
               sparkling wet

at
high tide


                            stones

Jay on CTV

CTV interview of Jay "in our back yard" on "Live at Five"

Saturday 12 March 2011

Blink and the world changes

It does seem to be the case that we blink and the world has changed by the time we open our eyes - the world has dramatic shifts that we are given notice about on a regular basis: earthquakes, floods, famine, war ...
A friend once told me that what seemed to be a dramatic change in my life, was instead, the next logical step. It had been coming slowly and surely, similar to a child learning to walk. The other end of a person's life had been coming, and "suddenly" she was bed ridden.
The person was my mom, and my friend had acquired the wisdom through her own similar experience years earlier.
Seems to be a human trait to keep going, and to allow ourselves only to see what will allow us to do the work we feel we need to do. Everyone is different , and so probably I am only speaking for myself.
It seems the only way I can do the work in front of me is to do just that and only that. There is no way in language to describe what I am trying to say, and what I am trying to say changes all the time.
People speak of singing their own song, doing the dance, being empty, being enlightened.
While we are singing, dancing, emptying, attaining enlightenment, change keeps happening. "Try not to judge the changes" some say.
People, infrastructure, material goods, abundance, all come and go.  What is a good way for this to happen? What is a bad way for this to happen?
How many factors are involved? How can we make things better? How can I make things better?

HOW CAN WE SEE WHAT IS REALLY HAPPENING?
HOW CAN   I    SEE WHAT IS REALLY HAPPENING?

Is everything perfect? Does everything suck big time?
We can really get going in loops ... try not to think, use your mind, use your imagination, listen, think, open your eyes, use your ears ...

Ah, so what is it indeed to be human? to be you? to be me? to suffer loss with enormous changes? to continue to live? to suffer? to be content or happy beyond enormous loss?

I have on occasion, for no known reason, at times when I felt tremendous stress and sorrow, for moments felt a sensation of great inner peace. At other times it was as if a pair of hands were held against my shoulder blades in a most comforting manner.

It has been my experience to see some physical and emotional changes happen while practicing healing with energy. More questions than answers again. 

So what I guess I am trying to help myself deal with is how I see and feel these tremendous shifts in the world, and with the suffering I feel in the world. I have been sitting with it a lot over the years, and I have been changing, growing older, coming to ground.

More questions than answers.

But I think of those hands on my shoulders. I think of my friends. I think of their friends. I think of friends all the way out, and all the ancestors, down to the last microbe.

I wonder, and I have less pain. I hope that my wondering helps somehow; that a pause in belief can open vision, can open those figurative gateways to a way of less suffering for more than me.

Tuesday 8 March 2011

When push comes to shove

There are times in my life (most of my life really) when I have no idea why I am doing what I am doing and this does indeed seem to be one of them.
I don't feel left out, left behind, ignored or under rated; so why have I started a blog?
Well, only time may tell, and then again, I may never know.


But the good thing is that life is good right now.
Galleries are asking for my art, and I have art for them.




A CTV crew of three showed up yesterday to do a feature called "in our back yard" for "Live at 5" to be aired on the 14th of March.


They were professional, friendly, and worked like a real team; consulting each other throughout the process.
A wonderful friend had referred them to me.
It was fun. I am hopeful that life can be more like this - cooperative and fun.






It does seem that we are linked in so many ways to so many people that we can never be sure what started where.
Best to try to be open and love life.


Sounds corny, but seems it's the only thing that works for me, so I'm OK with corny...


All I know is I got up from a nap and it seemed like time to start a blog, so here goes !


I will be attempting to say what is new as far as projects go, current news of where my art can be found, and some links to some great people and their projects .....


for now, the link to my site
Jay's art