A little bit about moi:
I am a mom, a nana, a sister, a woman, a friend, a human being…a youth counsellor, Family Life Educator.
I have been working in the helping profession for over 25 years and volunteered in various capacities from youths to seniors.
Tournesol is my nom de plume for haiku and other Japanese form poetry here at Tournesoldansunjardin https://cheryllynnroberts.wordpress.com I hope you enjoy reading through my daily waka.
I also have another blog "Stop the Stigma" where I may stand on my soapbox now and then and hope it will become a place to drop in and share or comment on issues important to you. In that vein this could be a great way to learn from each other.
http://stigmahursteveryone.wordpress.com
Humans are such creatures of habit. Well, at least in this part of the country. Weather is the most talked about topic…”It is too cold; it is too humid; Ow, my aching joints!.” As soon as November wraps us with a veil of dark bareness before the snow, we say, I hate winter that is coming. Depression has already set in for more of our Northern Canadians since October. The days are shorter and darkness haunts us. Soon people start chanting, “I can’t wait until it snows. At least it will be brighter.” And before December arrives, we often see snow. Everyone is more or less pleased especially the children and winter enthusiasts.
She has prepared her wardrobe accordingly so the long cold months will, at least, be filled with change and style. Four or five winter coats of different levels of warmth. A few extra pairs of boots add to the list and of course, cleats…a few extra pairs and always one pair in her backpack if the sidewalks are treacherous when she finishes her late night shift.
Then snow overstays its welcome in January and then February and March storms. Spring is around the corner, they say, but we all know that spring arrives when nature decides. That can be the end of March, mid-april or early May for those more North and East of here. All those months waiting for warmer temperatures.
Well, it has been quite warm this past week. On the weekend and yesterday temperatures went up to 32C with high humidity. Oh, she should know. She finally installed her A/C and has emptied 4 litres of water 4 times in 12 hours! Yes, indeed, the humidity is set in the house, the furniture, the clothes. People who struggle with allergies as she does, find it difficult to breathe and headaches and migraines attack the most vulnerable.
It is June 13th and still not quite summer yet another two months of higher temperatures and humidity. Now one would wonder why we complain about two to three months of warmer temperatures when many have whined and wished for warm weather for the past six months! But we hum and ho and whine and talk about the weather, “I was up most of the night because of the heat. I arrived at work drenched due to the heat. The bus is so hot and stinky…and even worse at the end of the day.” And so on and so forth
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Why not look at the changes and embrace them, she says to herself on her way to work…
Daily Moments – June 13, 2017 breeding compassion (waka)
This waka (solo no renga and haiku/senryu) were inspired by Mystery, Adventure and Reward by Karuna’s post at LivingLearningAndLettingGo where she works tirelessly in the Greenbelt behind her home freeing the thumbleberry shrub from bindweeds (morning glory) and blackberry vines. This post reminded me of one thing, “if only only compassion ruled the world.” I’ve taken the liberty to post a few of her photos to illustrate the meaning of the poem.
On her way to work, she passes by a house with budding flowers and then she stops, takes a few steps back to admire a tree with flowers falling over the white picket fence.
A troiku is a new haiku form created by our host, Chèvrefeuille. I often write a tanka and take a step back for a moment or two and sometimes, convert it into a troiku.
This was my original tanka.
hopelessly waiting
sitting under the maple tree
looking for a sign
butterfly seeking nectar
oh, sweet melancholy!
Inspired by this waka by princess Kagami ; (7th century): This “waka” was written in response on a sedoka written by her younger sister Princess Nukada, the most famous female poet of her time.
Even a breeze may fail me
When I desire it.
Little I should grieve,
If only, sure of its coming,
I could await even a breeze.