Full Moon

It’s Haiku Friday. For the past 20+ years I’ve written one haiku every day. They’re not always good haiku, although some of them are excellent. (Check out my 7-book haiku series called The Haiku Book of Days.) A few years ago I added another daily practice, which I call the “daily draw.” I create some kind of image, and many times that image owes its inspiration to my daily haiku. I’m calling them “illustrated haiku” and someday the haiku and its illustration may blossom into a new haiku book. In the meantime, I’ll share a few of them here on the blog. Here’s today’s offering. Enjoy!

under the full moon
trees and fairies tiptoe dance
partners in magic

Magic

It’s Haiku Friday. For the past 20+ years I’ve written one haiku every day. They’re not always good haiku, although some of them are excellent. (Check out my 7-book haiku series called The Haiku Book of Days.) A few years ago I added another daily practice, which I call the “daily draw.” I create some kind of image, and many times that image owes its inspiration to my daily haiku. I’m calling them “illustrated haiku” and someday the haiku and its illustration may blossom into a new haiku book. In the meantime, I’ll share a few of them here on the blog. Here’s today’s offering. Enjoy!

magic does exist
a winged cat circles the earth
catch her if you can

Magic Wand

PhilosophersToday my haiku is from June 10th of my book A Haiku Book of Days for Philosophers, Scientists, and Other Ponderers, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Magic Wand”:

when you want it done
you can’t wave a magic wand
you have to do it

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

If you’re interested in the story of how The Haiku Book of Days series came to be, check out my previous blog post here. You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

Haiku Friday: Giggle

HistoriansToday my haiku is from April 3rd of my new book A Haiku Book of Days for Spiritual Seekers, Dreamers, and Other Lovers of Magic and Mystery, one of a 7-book series. The haiku topic for today is “Giggle”:

make your own magic
blow laugh bubbles out your nose
giggle through your hair

It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.

You can purchase this book on Amazon here.

Compost: My Daughter’s Birthday

On the night of July 27th, 2005, when my daughter C was pregnant with my first grandchild, I had a dream. Because I can (this is my blog, after all), I am sharing my dream:

I am on a sailboat with my two daughters, H and C. We are sailing around Puget Sound on one of those sunny days that let you know you live in Paradise. C is hugely pregnant and I am giving her a baby shower. Except for myself and H, the other attendees at the sailboat shower are, in reality, dead. They include my Aunt V, who died in 1992, and my Aunt R, who died in 1986, and my Aunt T, who died in 1990. Also present are both my grandmothers, one dead in 1964 and the other in 2002. Plus two great-aunts, who died when I was a teenager. The aunts and grannies are having a great time, relishing the sunshine sparks on the blue water and the feel of the wind on their transparent faces. Their laughter floats on the waves.

Instead of shower gifts, we are passing around a basket. The aunts and grannies are putting money in the basket. Wads of crumpled money appear in their hands like magic, and they stuff and poke the bills into the basket until it is overflowing.

Suddenly C moans and clutches her abdomen. Labor is starting! H takes C down into the hold of the sailboat so she can have privacy to give birth. The aunts and grannies think this is the best party game yet. Their laughter gets louder and even happier. Auntie R falls off her seat because she is giggling so hard. Grandmother M tells a dirty joke and everyone whoops.

I am distracted, running between the party on deck and the drama in the hold, where C pants through contractions and H holds her hand and whispers strengthening words into her ear. I don't want to miss the birth, but I don't want to leave my guests either. During one of my trips up on deck, I count the money in the basket. "There's SEVENTY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS in here!" I shriek. From below, I hear C yell, "Yippee!"

Well, you tell me … does this dream mean I am the carrier, the go-between, of the old family stories? I think so. Maybe this is why I do what I do.

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