Haiku Journey

Short, long, summary of a life

Sri Lanka


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on the Journey…

Creativity for the Haiku portion of this blog has been dim these past few years. Something I’m always thinking about… But, lately I’ve been thinking also about the other half, the journey portion, and that has still been continuing. Old doors closing and new ones opening, adventures and travel…

So, until the creativity kicks back in, and maybe beyond, I’m going to be posting about this journey. I’ll mix a little of this happened, with this is happening, to thus are the dreams…

Just a quick update tonight, I’ll be back in a couple of days.


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Something new, something old…

Woohoo!! I just changed domains, kind of, to http://haikujourney.com for this blog – that’s something new. The something old is that https://taohobo.wordpress.com will still work and it’ll simply redirect to haikujourney.com.

As a blogger, you’ve gotta love WordPress and the tools, support, training, etc. that make it so easy to have a great blog (Ok, I’m still working on my part of that. lol 😀 )

So now I have a blog site that matches the name of my blog, makes more sense to people, will make it easier to find – in other words all the things you don’t want to have to constantly worry about while you’re trying to create content for the blog. And these are all things I may have never done if I hadn’t spent a great month with @michelleweber, @supernovia, @jeremylduvall on Blogging 101, and with @benhuberman, @lettergrade on Writing 201 and all of the bloggers, writers, and poets that were my “classmates”.


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Thumbstone Happiness

Walking the beach. Watch the surf sweeping sand, look for the wet sparkle. Too small, wrong shape, too thick, fully round, too heavy. Ahh ha, white Quartz, polished in the depths, cradles in my hand, already my thumb fits, slides, caresses the slight depression. Caressing the slight depression, caressing the slight depression, ignites the slight smile of happiness.

Tuesday Treasured Tidbits 


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In the fog

It is so unforgiving this
 Fog in which we travel steadily
  Following the bow in and out
   Of swirling vapor drapes, warily
    Groping through the harbor
     Like a blind bat weaving recklessly
      In flight zigging zagging
       Flying without echoes readily
        To guide it on its course our
         Senses overruled by compass verity
          ! Our mooring dead ahead.