mindfulness 2.0
It is in the pause –
Not to meditate but breathe
That we find true grace.
Month: November 2019
{haiku-ing 29}
restful
A handful of birds
Fling across the pewter sky
Bouncing off raindrops
Had too little energy to do more than watch, but they looked like they were having fun.
{haiku-ing 28}
replete
a spout of steam rolls
as ovens, opened, exhale
the rich scent of peace
With truly loved ones around you, may peace be the centerpiece of your day.
{haiku-ing 27}
preparation
inevitably
you’ll have forgotten something
thankfully, you’ll live
…you’ll have to, because no one in THIS house is braving the store today…
{haiku-ing 26}
boundaries
a bouquet of scents
from my lovely white grapefruit
reach at your own risk
SUPER excited to discover the output of another fruit tree from a yard which has turned out to be a gift that has kept giving. I thought I had huge Meyer-esque lemons, but as they ripened, they seemed to have an odd shape… and we ate the first today, which was glorious and mild and floral in the way only a good white grapefruit can be. And THEN! We discovered that along with the grapefruit, we have some kind of clementines, and possibly Magrut limes …on the same tree. I am ECSTATIC, of course, but …well, reach into thicket if you dare… this was an average-sized thorn, and there are FAR more. The tree really does not want to share. At all.
Gotta respect people who have good boundaries, though.
{haiku-ing 25}
absent
even in bright light
in corners, shadows linger
loved voices echo
To my friends who have lost loved ones this year – you are seen.
{haiku-ing 24}
stopping by the store on a chilly evening
poised mid-aisle, she calls
and I hear the whole story
while picking out squash
(In case it’s not apparent, I’m grateful we have …stores? Although it would be more peaceful to pick the squash out of the field, at this point, but… inevitably someone with a cart and a phone would be there, too, likely… It’s always this way, shopping before Thanksgiving…)
{haiku-ing 23}
cornucopia
at post-concert nosh
a plethora of pumpkin
come, ye thankful, come
And now the concert snowball is rolling down hill, and will be picking up speed until the 23rd. Learning a new Hanukkah song next week, too! My Hebrew is getting really… well, one hopes it’s understandable, at any rate. Happy weekend.
{haiku-ing 22}
leafrise
susurration, crisp
air chilled kiss of evening
mist, autumn breathing
{haiku-ing 21}
I was reminded of this questionable gift when the nephews brought over really badly done caramel apples which made us smile and do the polite, “Oh, no, dears, you go ahead.” Far be it from us to hog all the seasonal sticky.
usually it’s candy corn
A yearly regret:
one questionable splurge and
common sense returns