Summer haikus; poetic respite in between the cares and the concerns of Spring and the prep work for Fall…
Photos from my first attempt at a deck garden.
Delicacies reign
Effortless sustenance hails
Tendril-loving care
RL
Seedy flirtations
Lusciously coloring life
Carelessly strewn joy
RL
Allium cepa
Flavorful accessory
Verdant stems of pride
RL
Goth petunias
Black velvet grows in boxes
Textural wealth
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Future offerings
Seeds of faith, promise & love
Gratitude’s bounty
RL
This could be a Spring of retreat; a step or two toward the past. Maybe time on our hands and loads of room for reflection. My own longings lean toward the masses questioning all the holes in all the systems that Covid-19 surged right up to our every sensibility.
My next prayer is that all this new-found realization of what matters, this renewed knowledge of what essential is, will not get tossed and lost for good by most.
Reflection choices can be simple too; in fact, the majority of mine certainly are. I can’t believe how much it means to walk in the woods right now. All the smells of Spring are especially entrancing, and I am so in beyond land when I look at the tender shoots that replaced the tiny seeds I planted weeks ago. I’m so excited to be a back deck farmer this year. Small things. The every things.
It was within these lines of thought on this lazy Thursday, I was reminded of a sweet and lovely moment of 3 years ago, when we were allowed more fearless touch.
Wishing all a gentle and inspiring weekend.
I am the first thought
On his mind as daybreak blinks
Sunday morning bliss…
Gently smudging pain’s traces
Sweetly replacing facades
RL
Haiku / Tanka
Inspired by the artwork of: aaronpaquette.net and prompted by: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/heal/
The whirlwinds of life have been carrying me across a map of wonder and occasionally, just plain confusion. The decade of 10s has left me wide open; it dumped me into a sense of knowing, but bereft of detail. Oh, how I despise the statement, “I know, but I don’t know”, and yet, here I am…
I have high hopes for 2020, and though I don’t know what the shift is going to be, I sense it. A large one and it’s going to be interesting. You feel this too, right? It’ll maybe even be pretty bumpy, but the ends will justify the Universe’s means – and let’s face it, we asked for it.
Perhaps, that’s why I’d like to usher in this new era lightly, maybe even a tad timidly. Nah, I’ve outgrown timidity; long ago. Damned long ago. Still, it feels right to simply step in softly and a little carefully. Boldness will eventually be called for, of that I feel certain, but in a bit.
For now, I revel in the small pleasures, like the smile that crosses my boy’s face when he’s told meatloaf is for dinner. ( I make a good meatloaf. Just sayin’.) Or, when I get to look at photos for the year and they inspire a small dive into humble poetic pleasures. …
Winter’s moon calls for rest
Centering contemplation
Replenishing growth
A heart’s library
Body of knowledge embraced
Contentment attained
Pushing boundaries
A cast and crew of courage
Therapeutic art
And finally, my boy’s choice for my 2020 profile. Of course, he took the photo, so his bias is likely far more basic than the object of his artistry 😉 .
Holiday bounty
Lovely evening awaits
Surprise packages
As always, I remain grateful to those who follow my meandering thoughts & trials and to those who reply with the most gorgeous dollops of kindness and insight. I look forward to continuing to learn and then, with the best of success that my prayers allow, share that education meaningfully. And when it isn’t education, may all our poetic and humorous days flourish! I also look forward to reading as much as I can within my writing communities. The amount of talent to sort through is the loveliest of problems.
To all, I wish a healthily successful 2020 and a courageous, joy-filled new decade.
Cheers,
RL
Spring blossoms beckon
Pollinator photobomb
Antennae signaled
RL
#cherry #blossom
Twilight ambitions
The fruits of summer’s labor
Sweetening pleasures
RL
#apple #blossoms
February 14th was changed forever for Indigenous communities 28 years ago. While we still share in acknowledging and celebrating love, we also use the day to recognize and memorialize our mothers, daughters, sisters, cousins, aunties and grandmothers lost to us inexplicably and/or violently.
We memorialize them in a march through town and city streets to remind all of those still missing and that despite calls for justice and formal inquiries, we have yet to receive any for those murdered. It’s a national disgrace that, as Indigenous women, we remain the most vulnerable demographic in all colonized countries.
A million smiles
Crossed our hearts before goodbyes
Home longingly waits
RL
Remember that time
You trimmed the thickened branches
A hostage was claimed
Little game of tit for tat
Forgotten loss; willow’s gain
RL
#haiku #tanka
It’s been about a month’s worth of thoughtful weekly beginnings. Something in the air… change, newness, the call of Spring? I don’t know. I do know each one gave me something personal; something not quite typical…
Heralding Hues
Waning assurance?
Maybe merely fine-tuning
Imminent promise
#haiku #rainbows
RL
Moonstruck
Reverent howling
Eerie, the Blood Wolf Moon Eve
Neighbourhood braced
#haiku #lunareclipse
RL
Sunday Softly
Sunday night refuge
Musical libations soothe
Under homemade stars
#haiku #pubdreams
RL
Singing Our Lives With His Words
Song flows like whiskey
Tenderly trickling around
Fading memories
#haiku #musicalpoets
RL
Life is never easy, not really, and not for anyone, and especially if you’re a person of color living within a colonized country. It honestly feels like we’re always living in an ongoing classic movie. The underdogs fighting the Borg, the Establishment, “The Man”. Man, this fight never ends…
I’ll take heart in a recent Jeffrey A Sachs Twitter thread that announced: “The SJWs Are Winning and You’re All Just Going to Have to Deal With It!” …Wakanda forever!
I don’t know what it’s going to take for the equities we crave to come to pass, but I can hope and I can pray and I can take to the streets when it all becomes too much. In between the battles, respite is precious. This is when we take stock and take in what means the most to us at our deepest levels. At least, I hope we do.
So, this is one of my moments, when I breathe in gratitude for what lifts my heart and grounds my soul…
Through It All
Through all contention
Through any and all dramas
Through every joy
Friends for life, literally
Touchstones, sound boards, life rafts, all
RL
#haiku #tanka
Treasure Island
My finest treasure
The gift that holds my heart firm
Love guarded fiercely
Most dear; smiles that create bliss
Reminding always, the point
RL
#haiku #tanka
May the best of peace, genuine joy and healthy successes meet you all in 2019.
Cheers!
RL
Youth dancer – Jingle Dress dancer, Nekwakwas, Squamish Nation PowWow, July 2018
Softly she enters
The prayers of her music
Ancestral healing
RL
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Youth dancer – Fancy Dancer, Skweltapis Megmagalus Ned Squamish Nation PowWow, July 2018
A bold soul dances
Rejuvenating spirits
The grandfathers smile
RL
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Traditional Dancer, Denise Ann John, & fave Nova Scotia sis, August 2018
Ethereal calm
Calling to the grandmothers
Replenishing gifts
RL
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Traditional Dancer, Bert One-Breath Milberg, & fave big bro, Nova Scotia, August 2018
A Warrior’s heart
Gifted reverent power
A shelter of strengths
RL
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For non-Indigenous friends, a little info note about powwows… A powwow is a social event where we sing and dance in honour of our ancestors; to pray to, for & with them and Creator, and to enjoy the good humour, kindnesses and company of our relations. The day’s highlight are the competitive dances that enthrall with their colours, intricate detailed regalia, and the sheer physical power put into the dancing. Then there are various food vendors that’ll test your capacity to eat heartily.
All are invited to share in these events to not only enjoy the day’s events, but also to support Indigenous artisans and craft makers, who provide beautiful, genuine Indigenous work in all sort of art genres for sale.
You won’t have to wonder about the protocols, i.e. how one may participate in the dancing or when you may take photos, or when to stand for a prayer, etc. All powwows have an MC that announces or directs these points as they arise. A quick tip: the standard invitation for anyone to join the dancing begins with the call: “Inter-tribal dance”.
Hiy hiy and congratulations to all for a really wonderful 2018 Powwow season.
RL
Blossoming Love
Showering her gifts
To all who pay her homage
Sweet, pink abundance
#cherryblossom #windshield
Warrior
She was still and sang
Calmly embracing her peace
As the hawks circled
#mourningdove
Hiding in Plain Sight
Luminous greetings
As Luna peeks through sunlight
Furtively winking
Deal Me In 
Unexpected chance
Risk takers found floating bets
Gambled on water
#riverboat #tres’ #Nashville
Haiku Toiletries
Bathroom selfie dare
First (and last) effort complete
Note: need longer arms
#flash #fun
RL
