Wednesday, May 19, 2021

June 2021

 

Hey! June! Over here...
     on the sunny side of the street!

Let’s say it’s a beautiful sunny day.
You’re walking along the sidewalk
On the shady side of the Danforth.
You walk and you glance
To the other side of the street… where
You see me.
Quelle surprise!
Bette’s tap dancing
On the sunny side of the street!
You shout, “Hey! Bette!”

And in that instant
You call forth all that you know
About me.
You give focus to all that
I know about me…
And to all that we know
About me together!
The word, “Hey!” gets
My attention
And all that I know about
Being Bette
Now focuses on you.
It’s like a reflection
Of my being onto yours.

That’s nice, of course,
Because we’re friends
And when I see your
Smiling face I’m reminded
Of all I know about you.
In that instant, then,
The complete you and
The complete me
Are in absolute harmony.

You decide to come over
To the sunny side
And we hang out with
A nice cup of coffee
At a sidewalk cafe.
Our nice chat
Is underscored by
That same total harmony
That we can see in each other’s eyes…
That we can feel in each other’s hearts…
That we can hear in each other’s souls.

It’s not intense.
It’s like the sun playing
With the clouds...
But always there.
Firm and resolute.

We know this kind of friendship.
We affirm ourselves with these
Interchanges… these exchanges…
These soul gatherings.
...
But what if there were a way
To call out our own
Highest potential for each day?
For each moment?
For each breath?
With the same intensity...
With the same force.

The historical Buddha,
Shakyamuni aka Siddartha,
Almost three thousand years ago,
Taught that those moments
Of compassion and happiness
Live always within every cell
Of every person’s life force.
Yes.
Everybody’s got their own Buddha nature.
He taught about it in his final teaching
Known as the Lotus Sutra.
Everybody’s got a Buddha nature.
It is essential and unequivocal
Compassion and happiness.
Yes.
Everybody’s got IT.

But it wasn’t until 13th Century Japan
That a monk named Nichiren taught
Us how to tap into IT whenever we want.
Nichiren taught us to say, “Hey! Buddha nature!”
Just by saying the name of the Lotus Sutra…
We call forth all that is contained within it
And all the intentions infused within it
So long ago.
And we call it into our lives
Here and now.

In Nichiren’s Japanese,
That name is Myoho Renge Kyo
Then,
Instead of “Hey!”
We announce our vow of intention…
“Namu”
But shortened to “Nam” because
That’s something they do in Japan sometimes.
So, this:
Nam myoho renge kyo.

We chant this daily morning and evening
To polish our own Buddha nature
Like a mirror to reflect
Our best potential self into
Our daily lives
While we’re busy
Living our daily lives.
And reflecting onto the world
Around us.
We change...
So changes the world.

Nichiren also taught us
To recite a small portion
Of the Lotus Sutra each
Morning and evening
To underscore our awareness
And our resolve.
So we chant
Nam myoho renge kyo
And we recite
A little of the Lotus Sutra
Twice each day
In a language we don’t understand
But with an intention we do understand:
To call out...
To activate…
To live
Our highest potential…
Our Buddha nature
In compassion and happiness.
...
I want to thank the Beaches District
Women's Group
Of Soka Gakkai Canada,
For sharing their heartfelt experiences
With practicing Nichiren's Buddhism
At Sunday's gathering.
We don't call IT a belief...
Although, we do learn to believe
And trust.
It's something we do.
We call it a practice.
And we do it twice a day.
Here's what chanting
Sounds like.
If you want to learn more
About SGI, you can start here.
Download the PDFs on that page.
I actually designed the booklet called
Buddhism: A Philosophy for Living
Or
You can always ask me.
I've been changing for over 37 years
And I'm not out of breath yet.

...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Monday, May 3, 2021

May 4th 2021

oh, you know this...

I'll say no more. It's an alternative May calendar.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Friday, April 30, 2021

May 2021

Tra-La! The flowers are abloom once more!

Bleeding Hearts…
They are, of course,
Glorious flowers,
Hanging in undulating
Row upon row
Often sagging under
Their own juicy weight.
It's that very weightful sag
That makes humans
Use their name to label
Softhearted—even
Politically liberal—others.

Others!

I let that sink in.
Simply caring
About the sufferings
Fellow humans
Turns some humans
Into “others.”

Certainly, these
Plants rejoice in
The warmth of
Spring’s sunshine
And invite us
To know our
Own hearts…
And to desire
To hold safe
The hearts of
Others.

After all:
The flowers that
Bloom in the spring..
Tra-La!
Bring promise
Of merry sunshine…
For everybody,
Eh?

...
Kate found these particular hearts hanging and bleeding in the park opposite her home in New Jersey. I couldn’t decide which image to use, so I’ve chosen to put that burden on you!


...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

 

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Apr 2021

 Rory shows us how...

OK... Spring is showing
Me that my New Year's
Good Intentions
Haven't been enough.
Rory, here, offers
Reminder to add
More focus
More effort
More stretch.

I'll follow his lead,
Then...
And I"ll start with my
Hands and fingers.

OK?
...
Thank you Dennis for sharing Rory's first year with us.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Saturday, March 13, 2021

Happy Pi Day 2021

 You know you want to celebrate...

Bet you didn't know this though: Pi is represented by the lower case Greek letter, π, because it is the first letter of the Greek word περίμετρος, meaning perimeter. You pronounce it "per-REEM-eh-tos." Go here to hear it pronounced.

Some math nerds at MIT have a way to start big. HERE

Here are some other PI celebration ideas for the rest of us.

1. Curate your own Pi Playlist. Here's mine. Contents (OK you already know how old I am):

2. Crack some PI jokes:
  • 3.14% of the sailors around the world are “Pi”rates.
  • Divide the circumference of the sun by its diameter and you will get a Pi in the sky.
  • I tell you, do not talk to Pi. He never stops.
 3. Watch some PI movies:
4. Eat some circular PI foods:
  • Pies, sweet and savoury
  • Cookies
  • Pizzas
  • Sliced Pineapples (they've gotta be sliced to be circles!)

5. Click HERE below for a higher resolution of this Pi Day graphic to decorate your desktop for the day! 

How ever you decide to slice it, have a great day honouring how math is always looking for ways to explain nature.

The circle is just the beginning.

...
If this isn't nice, what is?

Sunday, February 28, 2021

Mar 2021

 

Hope’s tulips…
Stand tall
Like magnets
Attracting outliers
With their mutual
Straight strength.
 
Yes, storms might
Still come,
But these resounding
Harbingers of
The best that is
Yet to come,
Announce…
Then willingly
Withdraw.
 
This year
We can translate
Ourselves into
Their heralding
Doctrines.
We might all be
Outliers today…
But soon we’ll
Be pulled back
Into our own folds
And rejoice
In our own
Clusters.
 
Spring and vaccine jabs
Are due to collide
Here in Canada.
As our ice and snow
Melt, so too can our
Distances.
We’ll all continue
To watch, of course,
For slippery patches
On our sidewalks,
But the light is
Ablaze and we are keen
To revel and delight
In all the glory
It promises to bring
Back with it.
~
This month’s peaceful
Image of Hope
Comes from my friend
Whose very name
is Hope.
What could be
Any better than that‽‽
~
Oh, and what is that
Gold-letter day,
You may ask???
Last year it was
Friday the Thirteenth.
That was the day
I self-sequestered.
My life in 425 sq ft
Has been fiercely
Quiet for almost
A year now.
Wonder how I should
Mark the day?
Suggestions welcome.

...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course


Sunday, January 31, 2021

Feb 2021

  


Get Ready to Celebrate the Year of the Metal Ox...

The Year of the Metal Ox is particularly focused on relationships of all kinds. The Ox is very hardworking and methodical. That means we can expect this to be a year when work will get rewarded. Prosperity is expected for those who put in consistent effort. This is going to be a year when we will fully feel the weight of our responsibilities, a year when it is necessary to double our efforts to accomplish anything at all.

This is considered to be a favourable year for economic recovery or consolidation, a year of long-term investments, especially for creating a reserve stock for any upcoming unproductive years. The Metal Ox year is particularly great for making order in the family life. Note, it's a year all about discipline and hard work. Think grasshopper and ant.

More passive ways we might attract luck include using specific colours. In addition to white, the lucky colours of the Ox are yellow and green. Colours that, in Feng Shui, attract prosperity and success. To increase your luck, wear metal accessories.


There are so very many rich traditions for this annual moon festival. Other Asian lands also celebrate, but here in the Americas, we have all become more aware of the Chinese celebration, even if we are unaware of many of the events.

First, there’s a deep breath, called Little Year, then 16 days of the Spring Festival, filled with visiting family and honouring people born under each of the 12 zodiac signs. Then it all culminates in the Lantern Festival.

Click here  to get a little doc I've prepared for you. It gives you the specific dates and their traditional activities and foods.

And speaking of FOOD!!! click!


Here are some things to do:

Please join me in wallowing in the riches of our world.

PleFeel free to publish a summary of this article (in English or translated into another language) along with a link to the full piece https://www.thechinesezodiac.org/chinese-horoscope-2021-year-of-the-metal-ox/
This year is going to be lucky and also perfect to focus on relationships, whether we are talking about friendships or love. In the Chinese Zodiac, the Ox is very hardworking and methodical. 2021 is going to be a year when work will get rewarded, and those zodiac signs who are lucky in terms of money this year will be the ones that will make a considerable effort. The Yin energy, specific to the Chinese zodiac sign of Ox, will be quite poignant. This is going to be a year when we will fully feel the weight of our responsibilities, a year when it is necessary to double our efforts to accomplish anything at all.

Feel free to publish a summary of this article (in English or translated into another language) along with a link to the full piece https://www.thechinesezodiac.org/chinese-horoscope-2021-year-of-the-metal-ox/
...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Jan 2021

Contemplating faces of the past and the future...

My Balcony Buddha
Quietly contemplates
Alms of snow
In his hands...
Here & now.

He ponders
Faces of the past
and
Faces of the future.

What does he know?
What can he tell us?
What do those faces
Betoken?

Are there messages
In the faces?
In the fonts???
Can my Balcony Buddha
Decipher desires?
Hopes?
From typefaces????

I choose to depict
Our New Year’s numbers
In Linotype Zootype.
I like the curvy boldness
And how this year’s
Numeral One
Asserts its straight
Determination
Against that very
Roundness.

And all this with a
Bird’s eye view
Of past and future.
I like to think
I’m watching
My future unfurl
From my aerie...

Able to watch
And remain firm
Then venture forth
Eventually...
Back into a
Brave-again world…
Not new, but renewed.

What font do you choose
For your New Year?
What will your choice
Tell you about your own
Future prognostications?

Seems
I've accidentally invented
A new profession
For myself:
Personalized typeface readings.

Want me to tell you
About your choice?
Just send me a pic or a pdf
Of the numerals 2021 set large
In your typeface of choice.
Also tell me the font name.
I'll send you an interpretation...
Free (for a limited time only).
Ha!

In the meantime,
Enjoy your celebrations
And (like last month from Maude Lewis)...
Don’t forget the cats.


...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Monday, November 23, 2020

Dec 2020

Maudie did it...

Not I.
I just present it to you here...
In all its joyful mien.
But then
Hélène
Presented it first
So I'm really
Passing on her
Special Delivery.
Produced by
Canada Post
In honour of the season
And
In honour of Nova Scotia's
Own folk artist,
Maud Lewis.
She, whom the movie
Maudie made visible
To the many of us
Who had been
Oblivious...
Bereft without
Even knowing it.

Now we can be
Joyous folk,
Too

Hélène L’Heureux
Designed stamps
And souvenir sheet
For Canada Post.
I did nothing but
Add this month's
Calendar and postmark.
Thank you Hélène.
Thank you Canada Post.
And
Thank you Maud.

...
May your own
Winter scenes be filled
The the warmth
Of folks both
Inside your bubble
And
Folks far flung.
And cats, too.
Don't forget the cats.

...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Saturday, October 31, 2020

Nov 2020

 


Alfie and Canadian Ex-pats...

Every month I choose an image
To share with you
And that I want to live
On my desktop
For the whole month ahead.

I prepare the calendar and stare at it...
Trying to decide what
Parts of it are drawing me to it...
And which parts of it
To focus on for you.
Often I ask Google for details
To tickle my internal thesaurus.
I stare and ask myself
What's it all about?
Alfie?Kate sent me
This gently autumnal image
From a recent walk
At Reservoir #3 in Jersey City...
Just a few blocks from her home
On a cliff above Hoboken
And across the Hudson
From Manhattan.
They're called Canada geese,
Of course. Each generation
Follows the same flight path
Every year, knowing where
To find the best marshy areas
Even in the midst
Of a highly-peopled landscape.
As an artist, I'm always drawn
To reflections... and here we have
Reflections of the trees and
The geese and the clouds.
And look at how light the edge
Of the water is where it meets
The trees... a dividing line,
As it were,
Between the trees and their own reflection.
And then there are the ripples...
Rapturous evidence
Of life's constant motion.
And back to the clouds:
They all have names, eh?
I sometimes remember some of them...
Cirrus... cumulus... stratus...
Then I am reminded that
An amateur meteorologist
Gave us those names way back in 1802.
This month I can't seem to focus
On just one aspect to write about...
So you'll have to decide for yourself.

I hope you will enjoy having
These geese ex-pats hanging about
On your own desktop this month.

Have a great Mo/November
And
Be sure to remember
While you're remembering
On the eleventh:
Vonnegut
Et al.
His birthday
And pleas
For humanity.

...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Wednesday, September 30, 2020


Ah, the glowing begins...

Noticing.
For the past seven years
Since I've been living
Here in my 18th-floor
eyrie,
Looking westward over the Don River,
I've shown you the autumn colours
In their more developed glory
At the end of October.

But this year, sequestered as I continue to be,
I'd like to show you how autumn glows
As it all begins.
Indeed,
Ever since moving to Toronto in 1978
The view of the west bank of the Don River
Has marked my tracing of the seasons.
The habit:
Sit on the south side of the subway car
Next to a window
Facing west...
And marvel at how much difference
Each day brings...
Mornings and evenings.
But especially the mornings.

These days my altitude has altered
But my wonder continues
Unabated.
This month I offer you
Yesterday's view of that same west bank
At dawn...
When the sun is just high enough to
Light the skyline buildings
And to pick out the glowing oranges
Yellows that I watch
Each day.

I can't really count the leaves
As they change each day,
But I feel the incremental
Shifting. Almost hour-by-hour.
The sun rises further south
Each day, of course.
And later, too.
These are some of my
Daily noticings.

Others include
How flexible my ageing
Frame feels.
How dust motes float
But seem to show their
Landing spots as the sun
Progresses in its daily descent...
Just before its glare becomes
Altogether too much and I must
Pull curtains across my
Glorious view...

Only to open them again
After the sun sets
Revealing
My nighttime views...
Sans colours in the valley,
Of course,
But skyline alit
As if to say
I'm still here.

Me, too.

...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Sept 2020

 


We're all inside looking out...

Our times are marked
By the ways we're staying
Safe...
And the ways we're keeping
Others safe...
With masks and distance
And just plain staying home.

There's a vigilance
That comes with our
Solitude.
Like Kate's Batman, here,
We want to know
What's going on...
Out there.
We want to be
Out there...
And in the thick
Of it,
Whatever "it" is.

But we're stuck
In here contemplating
Our own versions
Of bugs and squirrels...
Of the smells of forbidden
Street food.

Wait! Is that a pigeon
About to land
On MY balcony????

...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Aug 2020


Keeping my distance...

Spring has truly turned
Into a steaming summer
As attested to by
Colours bursting forth
Far and wide.
Online images show us
Tulip fields
Without us!
Parks and ponds
Without us!
Forests and glades
Without us!
And the blooms
Frolic unabated
In our absence.

Seems Mama Nature
Knows her part
And is splendidly keeping
Her show on the road...
With the ever-buzzy aid
Of some dusty-bottomed
Minions.

Kate found this evidence
On the north side of her NJ home.
She says these clustered blooms
Remind her of a basket of
Playmobil flowers.
I see sunflowers, tulips,
And daffodils.
But what are these
Bee magnets called?
Do you have any clues?
The bee, of course
Doesn't care.


...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

July 2020


Thinking today of Don Watt and the scope of just one visual message...

As most of you know, I was fortunate enough to work for Don Watt for several years at his Bayview studio here in Toronto. He was the unattributed designer of the Canadian flag. It's a symbol now recognized instantly everywhere and brings particular pride and unity to the people in this beautiful country. Don left us in 2009 and I'm still saddened, in particular at this time of year.

One summer while I was working for Don, he invited all of us and our families to his King City farm for a big afternoon of hanging in the sun, swimming in the pool, and eating juicy barbecue. I took my two grandsons, Lucas (then 4) and Jackson (then 6). Lucas was even wearing a shirt with a Canadian Flag on it.



I had borrowed Peter's car for the drive and on the way there I told the boys about how Don had designed that flag. Each time we saw a flag as we drove (and there were many), I pointed it out to them, saying, "There's another one of Don's flags. Look how one great symbol can make so many people proud."

Finally, Lucas said,"He must get very tired painting all those flags!"
...
"Yes, I did," said Don when I told him as part of introductions, "but every one was fun because I love seeing people enjoy my work."
...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course
 




Thursday, May 28, 2020

June 2020


June is quietly considering busting out... maybe just a little...

.... or maybe June's just going to melt us all away. The air hangs thick and pungent. I visit the world from my 18th-floor eyrie and watch outside people (and their doggies) coming and going and distancing socially. I think that must be easy since there are not very many of them. I mostly can't tell from up here if the humans are wearing masks, but in my heart I believe they are. I haven't ventured out for more than 11 weeks now, but I have a couple of cloth masks ready for the "right time"... and supplies to make some more, should the mood (and momentum) discover me. Urgency is not a part of my equation.

But wishful dreaming is. I have a list of things to do once I'm liberated. I know that'll be in stages, but my list is for wishing, not planning... yet.

In the meantime, my balcony Buddha supervises my outdoor barre (aka balcony railing) exercises and my indoor tai chi and even some seated tap dancing—especially with Bojangles' birthday just past.

...and that reminds me...
Summer...
San Antonio, Texas.
Over a half-century ago.
Listen... that's me practising
My tap dancing.
The music's Sweet Georgia Brown,
Sometimes in Dixieland
But most often a simple piano solo.
I can't remember who played.
But I do remember
The steps...
And I do remember
The smells.

I tap and tap
Change combinations
Ad infinitum.
Childhood home
Comes equipped with
Screened back porch.
Perfect practice room
Away from reading
And television-watching parents.
Here I can crank up
That music and
Tap with all my might.

Oh, yes,
Smells.
I did mention Smells,
Didn't I?

Hot summer sun is filtred
Through live latticed walls of
Honeysuckle and Jasmine.
Vines are thick with tendrils
Intermingled with blossoms of
Unforgettable fragrances.

I tap and tap,
Wipe face
With towel that
Hangs 'round neck.
I gulp air filled
With sweetness
Stirred by breezes,
Where each gust mixes
Potion with
New variation on
Nectar's theme.

How can I describe
Smell?
Maybe you've known
Honeysuckle.
Maybe you've known
Jasmine.
Have you known them
Together?

They smell of
Sun and
Dancing dust motes.
They smell of
Joy and movement.
They smell of
Nature's hopes
And promises.
They smell of
Effort to be better:
Determination.
Quicker and slower.
Shuffles and flaps.
Turns and cramp-rolls and kicks.
Black tights.
Gold lamé Cuban heels.
Capezio taps.
They smell of
Sweaty terry cloth.
They smell of
Soft rustlings.
They smell of
Butterflies and
Hummingbirds.
Oh yes,
And bees.
Of course.
They smell of
Rhythms.
They smell of
Memories in my bones.

I'm showing you
Some of my memories here,
Evoked by smells past.
Just relax and drink them in.
This summer I invite you
To notice each day's smells...
To remember smells past
And
To find ways to enjoy...
And describe
Your smelliest summer ever.

Look!
The joy is still around us.


...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Sunday, May 3, 2020

May the 4th

This month's red-letter day...

I know you know. Unpack and polish your light sabres, then relax with a margarita, or ten.

This month I've decided to give us al a little alternative calendar to use for a few days... just to get us unto the spirit of the times—or is that, the spirits of the time?

If you'd like to have this version for your own desktop for a few days, I've put the usual higher-resolution in the folder linked at the right.
...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Thursday, April 30, 2020

May 2020

Batman shows us how it's done...

Now, my friends,
Let’s let the earth breathe.
We can doze and stretch
Like Kate’s Batman
On his bright, bright, bright
Green chair
On a bright, bright, bright
Sunshiny day.
~
I think you can sometimes
Judge a book by its covers,
Especially when those covers
Look like these:
An embossed dust cover
Over a paperback cover!



Each day I open
One new page of
Béa Gonzalez rich book,
The Mapmaker’s Opera.
I’m reading it slowly
On purpose.

This is part of my work
As artist-in-residence,
Sequestered doyenne,
Locked-down grande dame,
Quarantined mémère,
Sheltered Nana-Bee.

As I finish reading each page
I stop and grab a pencil.
Circling a word here and there,
I find a poem
From Béa’s lush words
On her page.
Eventually, I will have read
And enjoyed
All her pages and
I’ll have a whole book
Of my own little found poems
Bound between
These glorious covers.

There is no deadline…
There is only process,
Doing,
Reading,
Making.

Here’s my Page 6:
     Heart diseases
     Hint of mockery,
     Parchment transformed
     By trembling names.
     Something secret…
     Years of mysteries,
     Impatient
     Once again.


And my Page 9:
     The red spot…
     Wait at the edges
     Of mortality
     And
     Pause briefly.
     Oh! Hush!

~
Like Johnny and Jimmy said,
We can see clearly now
All obstacles in our way!
We’ll be ready to
Have our own
Bright, bright, bright
Sunshiny day.

Johnny Nash 1972

Jimmy Cliff 1993 (for movie Cool Runnings)

and this utter delight from Bobby McFerrin 2011

 

And about found poetry: Austin Kleon's Newspaper Blackout. NOTE: I have chosen to circle words in pencil instead of blacking out the unused words because this book is so beautiful and I don't want to let black ink bleed from page to page. I'm very disciplined, however. Once I've completed a page I will not go back and add words.

...
If this isn't nice, what is?

              ~ Kurt Vonnegut, of course

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

April 2020

Just look at what the sun is bringing forth...

As many of us shelter in solitude,
Or cling together in personal situ,
Last month's promise of sunshine
Is unwrapping the way.

This is
Farley Hill National Park
In Barbados.
The 1818 mansion, setting for
Movie Island in the Sun, burned
The year I graduated from university.

It's perched atop a hill, overlooking
Both the Atlantic to the East
And the Caribbean to the West.

I think we all would like to
See life with a 360° perspective...
Only maybe we'd like our degrees
To be time-stamped.

This sun-drenched garden,
Glimpsed through long-abandoned windows,
Offers us all reminder

Of the sun's arc of promise.
And of Nature's determination
To renew...
To persist...

...
In the meantime, my friends,
I'll be watching from my balcony...
and thinking of you
.