It is Haibun Monday at dVerse and this week it is hosted by Frank J. Tassone. It just so happens that I had plans to write about being present in the moment today. And lo! It is this week’s subject. How could I not tag along?
Not later than yesterday, I had an exchange with a fellow-blogger and friend. He loves to take his morning walks accompanied by various podcasts or audio books. This is great for him because he loves to multi-task and is an avid reader with only so much time in the day. It is great for me because he gives such wonderful book suggestions and has not steered me wrong yet, so I shan’t ask him to stop! He suggests I should try to listen to podcasts, as well. I beg to differ, my friend. There is so much noise in our everyday lives that when I can walk in nature, I want nothing else but to be present in the moment, to fully absorb the sights and sounds she provides. From the flowering trees to the buzzing bees, to the wind rifling through the leaves to the wonderful variation of bird calls. Why ever would I want to tune them out?
trills and chirps, a caw or two
silenced by earbuds
Yesterday’s raucous symphony can be heard here, my friend 🙂 Something tells me your earbuds would have been insufficient.
dVerse spoke to me today! Kim from Writing in Norfolk is hosting and today’s theme is: Haibun Monday: Being But Human – what is it she is asking? This: to write about a time when you last watched stars, a storm, the sea, an animal, or something else in nature that left you with a sense of wonder or awe. Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to a season. Hmmm. Here goes:
As I walk along in an autumn woods with no sounds save the crunch of dried leaves beneath my feet, the wind rustling the leaves above me and maybe the occasional trill of a bird I find my heart slowing, my breath deepening, my muscles relaxing and my mind freeing itself from whatever worries I might have. As this happens, I become more aware of my surroundings: I marvel at the velvety, almost neon green moss growing on fallen trees. I delight in the different kinds of fungi growing here and there: white, bright yellow, striped greys, polka-dotted red. I watch and smile at the antics of squirrels and chipmunks darting here and there, looking for nuts they will hide away for the winter. The sky is a shade of blue not seen the rest of the year, which makes the yellows and reds and oranges pop all the more. I am blessed to live through this season every year.
Fall into crispy ground
Joy is found in death
Swimming in the lake
Bathtime with Daddy
I can sit by myself!
Tracy & Sébastien’s Wedding
He was a surprise, and arrived too soon, and with many challenges. His heart was broken, but they believed it could be fixed, later. In his seven-month, twenty three-day lifespan, I discovered a strength I did not know I had. I discovered I was capable of dealing with a sick child and giving him so much love and the best life I could for the five-and-a-half months we had him at home. He saw his aunt barrel race, he kicked his feet in his grandmother’s lake and in our pool. He was adored by all. I refused to keep him in a bubble, knowing, I know not how, he would not be with us for a long time. No medals, no ribbons, no accolades can ever match the self-respect and pride I feel for handling Austin’s birth, life and death with the grace I did.
Flowers bloom with joy
Nurtured by the sun until…
Silenced by winter
It’s all Merril‘s fault again. I wasn’t going to participate in yesterday’s dVerse challenge because I thought it would be too hard. Then I read Merril’s and decided to go for it. Lillian is the host and she asked us to write about one shining moment in a Haibun WITH a KIGO AND a SAIJIKI – what the hell are these things?
Well, hell. Crispina finally chose a picture that I had no matchy-matchy for! And no, I was not going to go out with my camera searching for a similar situation. Nope. That’s not how I roll. So this week, for Crispina’s CCC, I am going a more classic route, if you were. With a story of sorts. Actually, I am doing something I thought I’d not done before but upon checking, not only did it once before but did it for THIS very challenge… go figure. So, for this challenge, a haibun.
They were such a bright and colourful couple. No, not that they were colour-matched – he preferred earth-tones to her more jewelled ones. I mean colourful in manner. They were funny and entertaining, each sharing their part of the story they were telling; one speaking over the other but not in a rude take-over manner. They were just so enthusiastic it bubbled out uninhibited. There was never a dull moment when these two were on a roll… They each had their roles, working in harmony without losing themselves.
They came together, just like
a perfect zipper
Word count: 98
Phew! Was getting carried away with this one. Went back to Crispina’s rules and regs and realised… oops! Gotta cut back! I knew I had a haiku in mind for this one. Then decided it turn it into a Haibun. (I’m no expert here so I just might be misnaming my offering. Apologies, if I am!)
I look at this gate or door of sorts and quotes pop into my mind:
- “When one door closes, another opens” ~ Alexander Graham Bell
- “If the gates are open, walk in; if the gates are closed, find a way and move in!” ~
- “Be an opener of doors” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
- “A very little key will open a very heavy door.”~ Charles Dickens
Adage, expression, axiom, cliché, proverb… I never realised there were so many different words meaning
“a short statement expressing a general truth”
General truth. Makes sense, they didn’t ‘come to be’ out of thin air, did they? Don’t know why it’s such an insult to be called a cliché if you are happy with who you are. Why allow naysayers power over you?
Funny how the quotes that came to mind speak of breaking barriers.
Choices to be made
Doors and gates: End? Or