Lovely. I listened to Harry Belafonte over at Noelle Rene's place yesterday and one line in Try to Remember goes: without the hurt, the heart is hollow.
Meri, It is a stunning photograph in both simplicity and depth. Love and sadness may have a sort of twinship yes. We are always seeking some part of our lost Self in the Other, whether it is in the physical or some physical manifestation of the divine.
To all of you whose emails show up as "no reply," I am grateful for your comments. I'd love to be able to answer you individually, but that's how it goes.
I love reading all your haikus. They touch me, make me think, sometimes cause awe because of your facility with words, sometimes make me laugh (like John's post today, continuing as it does after the haiku).
Sometimes things aren't what they seem. We settle in somewhere, thinking it's going to be safe and hospitable and just what we hoped for, a magical haven that provides us shelter from harm. Then reality sets in and we realize that we were mistaken. That soft place to land turns out to be quite a bit less soft than we'd anticipated. In fact sometimes things get downright hard and cold and unforgiving. Not at all what we expected. Do we stay and make the best of it or fly away to build a new nest somewhere else? Sometimes the most valuable lessons come from learning to see the beauty right in front of your eyes. Sometimes we bloom most gloriously when we learn to thrive just where we are and come to love just what we have. Maybe each of us is exactly where we need to be, learning lessons custom-made for us.
Haiku My Heart i invite you to imagine living in peace one day at a time I have to admit that I'm finding it hard to celebrate the birthday of my country having declared its independence from Mother England, when the country was founded on institutionalized slavery, the idea that white men were created equal but but black men were less than and women weren't even considered. We tend to glorify the "all men are created equal" phrase without looking at the reality. We can do better. We must.
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it is as simple as that.
Happy Haiku My Heart Friday, Meri !
It is a stunning photograph in both simplicity and depth. Love and sadness may have a sort of twinship yes. We are always seeking some part of our lost Self in the Other, whether it is in the physical or some physical manifestation of the divine.
Elizabeth Berg's book about writing is wonderful. : )
What would you have done
had you seen the nameless saint
weeping for the world?
Haiku My Heart…at the Oasis
John
I love reading all your haikus. They touch me, make me think, sometimes cause awe because of your facility with words, sometimes make me laugh (like John's post today, continuing as it does after the haiku).
thought you might like to know i wrote a poem and posted it on my blog, baby steps... :)