As we change seasons, Haiku Journey is changing. For a while I’ve maintained, not too regularly during these days of Covid-19, three separate sites. Now I’m paring down and merging the sites into a new single site – look for a name change in the near future.
Regardless of which site you’re familiar with the address will bring you to the main site with all the past content you enjoyed in either Ledyard Walks, Compliancy Write (Garden Odyssey). Going forward haikus, walking, gardening will weave in and out of the fabric of this blog.
I hope you’ll stick with me as we explore this new world…
known to many. Few recognize,
Barred owls calling and gathering in the summer heat starts with a more constant murmuring of “who” than the standard call until others can be heard responding. Invisible in the dark canopy they assemble, talking and hooting over one another and then as a group move away. Voices fading into the night, southwest through the woods.
Being present, in time, place, and mind opens the door to the many small opportunities that nature offers us. Small opportunities only in the sense of how fleetingly the window is open that allows us to see, learn and understand our place in the life of the planet.
Picasso supposedly said that the problem is keeping the child in the artist. While he may have been speaking about creativity it applies to many aspects of living well, to being present.
Child like curiosity and the fearlessness to explore. Open acceptance. Innocence. Asking, asking, asking: why, how, when… It’s the child that allows us to live a life of creativity without the fear of failure that leaves the word unwritten, the canvas bare.
All this because the owls gathered in the night…