Echoes

The following images say alot about my life

at the present time

These photos are reflections

in the Traveller's Return sculpture

by Andy Davies

at Prince Arthur's Landing

here in Thunder Bay

Braving The Elements

Sometimes you just have to be brave

Waiting

The hanger hangs desolate

My father wrote his name - Kalevi Maki

onto it
with his unique beautiful script

the hanger is suspended in time

waiting

for Isa to return at any minute

it remains empty

but I touch it tenderly every day

As Red As My Heart

On New Years Day this year

a family of pine grosbeaks came to visit

What a wonderful start to 2012!

Snow Crow

Transformations

We will be presenting 

a performance 

of The Old Woman and the Barefoot Maiden

at FinnThunder 2012

here in Thunder Bay

during July 27-29

I will keep you posted on

the location 

and developments!

This performance

will be a play/dance/performance piece

involving 6 talented women!

Keep your eyes and ears open

for this magical transformation

of our ode to the seasons!!!

Speaking of transformations

here is Crow

the ultimate shapeshifter!

I do love Crow!!

The Old Woman and The Barefoot Maiden (Final Instalment)

Washed away, washed away

all the darkness and decay

Dust the nooks and crannies clean

Wash the windows, make them gleam

Sweep the threshold, sweep the floor

The maiden knocks upon the door

The barefoot maiden has come to play

Flame in hand to light the day

Dancing up the tiny shoots

Dancing down the earthy roots

Waking up the sleepy earth

A celebration of re-birth

A celebration! 

While the whole village slept 

Summer travelled through the open window

With strawberry red cheeks glowing 

she yoiked a hymn to the light

Helelolo 

The scent of birches filled the air 

waves lapped softly on the shore 

and the little koti sauna smiled

The sound of a kantele drifted from the woods

Fox, Squirrel, and Rabbit pricked their ears in unison

Honey Bear rolled over and sat up 

sniffing the early morning air

She’s come back!

Yellow came to life again 

as Summer swept a sacred circle above her head

Green sprung to life again 

as Summer danced an ancient pattern 

through the grass of the pelto

White polar roses sprang out like spangled stars 

stone, silently, breathed in unison 

to the growing chorus of dreams, hopes, and prayers

Kokko (Bonfire) roared back to life

The sky above billowed like a blue tent 
The midnight sun rolled across the northern sky 

Her name was Suvi