joys remembered… (haibun)

November often is filled with grey skies, fallen leaves and cold rain that often turns to snow.  It is a time of transition between cool to cold, between vibrance versus calm and rest.  Mother Earth needs a rest and will wrap us soon with a white  blanket…Some people are excited for the holidays but many feel melancholy, missing loved ones far away or no longer here.   Some are living in a past that is missed, others look forward to the joys of holiday gatherings, good food and children’s eyes twinkling with excitement.

At my age, I’ve been blessed with archives of many joys and here are just a few…

©Clr’17/11/27

Sitting by the riverside, waiting for the sun to set

willows weep with joy
last sights of nature’s beauty
sun dips below
silent nestlings tucked in
robin does her last round

sunset
dips beneath blue azure
fluid hues of joy

So many joys to share…moments in time linger in my memory.

The first time you learn you are pregnant after years of trying. I remember not believing the pharmacist and asked him to write it down on the receipt to show my husband. My legs were shaking so much, giggling nervously  and I could not drive for a good fifteen minutes.

I remember thechallenges of being a first time homeowner. One morning, my husband had to call the contractor for help when our basement was flooded.  I just kept smiling…Iwas in my own world because I felt my baby move in my belly for the very first time.

Hearing the crunch underfoot walking on that first snowfall.  Making snow angels and tasting snowflakes on my tongue.  Hearing my grandson giggle when I slipped and fell in the snow.  Hearing my grand-daughter respond to my ”Te amo”…with ”Mucho mucho!”…a joy that makes the heart melt with so much love.

Seeing my grandchildren wave and smile at me on video chat!! Even technology can bring me joy!

The first time my child says, “Mummy”
My adult child that says“I love you, Mom!”
Grandchildren saying, “I love you Nana!”

A struggling youth in such pain
ends his call with me,  “You give me hope”

Toddler walking barefoot on the grass for the first time, lifting his foot because it tickles.

night unveils new dawn
dewdrops on soft petals
sun kissed skies

Memories transport me to another time…

sitting on a park bench
giggling children
joy painted on their lips

sitting on a park bench
swallows chirp
telling stories

giggling children
skipping, running joyfully
tag you’re it

joy painted on their lips
brings new life to any day
how the spirit glows!

Awakened Christmas moring discovering Santa’s surprise under the tree.  Eavesdropping from my bed, “But how did he know?!” my heart bathed in love, weeping tears of joy…

Carols echoing Adeste Fidele…such moments of delight! Yesterday’s joys, born again, I smile anew!

©Tournesol’16/11/2023

Adeste, fideles, laeti, triumphantes,
Venite, venite in Bethlehem:
Natum videte Regem Angelorum:
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
Venite adoremus Dominum.
En grege relicto, humiles ad cunas,
vocatis pastores approperant.
Et nos ovanti gradu festinemus.
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
Venite adoremus Dominum.
Aeterni Parentis splendorem aeternum,
Velatum sub carne videbimus
Deum Infantem, pannis involutum.
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
Venite adoremus Dominum.
Pro nobis egenum et foeno cubantem,
Piis foveamus amplexibus:
Sic nos amantem quis nos redamaret?
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
Venite adoremus Dominum.

busy minds  ~  haibun ~ Daily Moments , Sept 9 2023

It’s 3am and she cannot sleep…the mind just won’t shut UP! Drowning in too many emotions dredged from those thoughts, she finally gets up to make a cuppa and let her fingers translate the mind’s clutter….tap, tap, tap…the words fill the page…tap, tap, tap, her cup is almost empty…

tik tok tik tok

thoughts run on the hamster wheel

time never stops

© Tournesol 2023-09-09

summer delight haibun Daily Moments 2023 06 24

© Clr’16 stepping into neverland

Walking  in the rain today brought her back to yesteryear…floods of images and emotions….

scent of wet grass
faint sound of droplets
warm summer rain

warm summer rain
grass tickling tiny feet
echoes of laughter

echoes of laughter
sound of pure joy
children giggling

children giggling
watching from a rocking chair
a mother’s delight

© tournesol 2023-06-24 Daily Moments

Celebrating joy ~ Haibun ~ Daily Moments 2023-6-21

 

 

Today we celebrated National Indigenous Peoples Day which also falls on summer solstice. All day an the beginning of summer, the end of the school here in Quebec and the birth of her mother. On June 22nd, 1926, a lovely, smiling baby girl was born…she had curly locks and a contagious laugh. She brought joy to so many people and loved her children and grandchildren/great grandchildren more than life itself. And that says a lot. She had two open heart surgeries and 3 other heart procedures…she fought so hard to live. Where did she get the courage and strength? Surely her unrelenting faith as well as her love for her family. It is appropriate that she started her journey into this world during the summer solstice…the sun was her best friend.   Oh how she loved its glow and warmth!

 

She is missed but today her memory brings joy. Bonne Anniversaire, Colombe….Happy Birthday, Mom/Nanny.

 

Open your heart
letting in joy
Scent of sweet lilacs

Open your heart
Rustling leaves
Sound of laughter

Letting in joy
Swaddled in the warmth
Of summer

Scent of sweet lilacs
longest day of the year
Summer solstice

© Tournesol 2023-06-21

Good news – Haibun – Daily Moments June 18, 2023

(c) Clr-2018 San Diego

Nothing confirms more how valuable and loved a friend is to you until you spend weeks worrying for their life. And then the phone rings…

shoulders roll back
chest expanding wide…
sigh of relief

© Tournesol 18-06-2023

sporadic visit (Troibun) Daily Moments

How I miss her nudging me...those sporadic visits.  Going for a walk, I would feel the hints of a verse, a word...a perfect moment whispering to me.  My mind always wanders...so hard to be mindful because my eyes see one thing for a moment and then she takes over with an interesting narrative. A bike missing a wheel thrown carelessly beneath a balcony.  What if it was a kidnapping and the bike was thrown here from another town?  What if it was an accident and the biker had no ID, police still looking for John Doe?  What if...indeed!!  

 I miss holding an image in my heart f then allowing it to simmer for a day or two and turning it into a watercolour  of words, three brief lines that take your imagination on to a lovely journey. Other times it can be philosophical or spiritual but definitely, with a tasteful metaphor.  
 
Since the pandemic, rather than benefit from time during those moments if isolation... inspiration changed to a very scattered mind.  Words were mixed with fear but this morning there was a slight shift ... 
Softly whispers 
Welcoming lilt 
Brief rendezvous 

 Softly whispers 
Moment in time 
wades in my soul  

Welcoming lilt 
Holding my breath
Listening to her voice 

Brief rendezvous 
Still 
breathtaking 

(c) Tournesol 2023-03-05  Daily Moments

No more tears (haibun)

A widow and her sons gathered with their cousins the evening before…reacquainting with each other, reminiscing their childhoods…remembering their father, their uncle, her life long partner of 68 years, who passed. They laughed, they danced, they ate a feast cousins had ordered for the family; they drank and remembered a wonderful man who touched so many friends and family of all ages. One cousin was up late downloading music her cousins had chosen to be played at the burial. Another cousin went to the florist to get roses and rose petals.

The next morning, she woke up early and went to the coffee shop to have breakfast and listened to her muse…in two hours her uncle’s ashes would be interred at the family graveside. It was cloudy but not raining and clouds were making room for the sun’s rays…

grey skies
beckoning
no more tears

grey skies
casting shadows
under their eyes

beckoning
softly whispers
please don't cry

no more tears
like dust in the wind
smiling from above

(c) Tournesol 2022-10-18

and then the sun appeared as if he was smiling ...




Songs:

Wish you were here – Pink Floyd

Father & Son – Cat Stevens

Tears in Heaven – Eric Clapton

My Way – Frank Sinatra

Hallelujah – Alexandra Burke

Dust in the Wind – Kansas

Poem read:

In Loving Memory of a Wonderful Man

Hello Autumn (haibun)

It’s been 10 to 12 C the past few days and today, she could actually feel a shift in the air. Windows were open all day and her two felines slept on their  carpets by the open patio door. By late afternoon, she could feel a chill and she closed the windows except for her bedroom where she enjoys the cool air under her warm duvet.

silky soft
stretching along her chest
scent of autumn
Inhaling freshness with a sigh
remembering their runny nose

nose peaking
above down feathers
breathing in crispness

© Tournesol ‘2022-09-23

Daily Moments Sept 23/22

Mid-morning calm (haibun)

(c) Clr'15 Chilling in the shad
(c) Clr’15 Chilling in the shade

I’m in the country this week minding my son’s dogs and cat. Heidi (German Shepherd) and Mia (Golden mix) are sisters and they are like two giant peas in a pod. They play together, sleep together, eat together but compete to get petted of course. And GiGi, the Persian could care less about those giants. She does her own thing. She loves jumping on the kitchen counter and drinking water straight from the tap and pleads with me daily. My son warned me NOT to do that since it took him months to have her finally drink out of a bowl. Since he leaves the kids for ten to twelve hours, he would not want her to dehydrate. It is so tempting  though to indulge the little thing, like Nana giving too many sweets to the grands…that is exactly how I feel with these pets.

It is a long trek to get to work for me but the peacefulness here is palpable.

birds muted

soft breeze pacifies

mid-morning calm

mid-morning calm

after canine game of tag

shadow bed

(c) Tournesol ’15

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the devil incarnate (haibun)

Remember when we had to get used to saying “The Artist- formerly known as Prince”? I was trying to find a way to name that Russian president [what’s his name] similarly. I wrote several forms. I was still not satisfied. Then I looked up some names he is known for today…”Dickhead” is one that caught my attention. But the only one that seemed to fit how I felt about him today is “Devil Incarnate – formerly known as Putin”.

dogs howl in mourning
baffled by the devil's work
longing their masters

echoes of rustling leaves
trees shudder with grief

midst the smog of war
clouds form from malice and greed
STILL - Ukraine's heart beats

(c) tournesol '2022-04-03