Marsh grasses marching.
When February winds blow in,
Gulls face seaward.
Marsh grasses marching.
When February winds blow in,
Gulls face seaward.
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.
At end of the hunt
Owls calling meditation
Cooling cup of tea.
Kigo, seasonal?
A key to understanding…
Oh No! Escaped thought.
Venus morning star,
and my thoughts turn to you.
Beauty shining bright.
One leaf bud breaking,
new horizons unfolding.
Springs emerging day.
In midwatch hours,
Bows slicing dark rolling sea,
luminescent wake.
Where have I been lately?
Having a run of “white rabbit days”. You remember the white rabbit from Alice In Wonderland, Through The Looking Glass. The white rabbit in the waistcoat and the big pocket watch on the gold chain, The white rabbit who raced past Alice muttering, “I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date.” then darted down the rabbit hole… You know the rest of the story.
For me, it’s only been the rushing from one event, activity, appointment, task… to the next. Apply the brakes. Life, work and home, back onto a more normal flow of events. Grab a week to refresh, reflect, read a couple of good books (Thomas Merton, Charles Capps, Langston Hughes), garden, walk, bike… Ahh!
Speaking of the garden, there’s the apricot in bloom.
At nautical twilight
thousands of stars, civil twilight
out of sight.