fragrant sake
cools the tongue
hot summer night
fragrant sake
lovers staring at the stars
glasses clink
cools the tongue
numbing senses
just a little
hot summer night
soft ocean breeze
goose bumps on her neck
©Tournesol’17/07/06
Poetry ~ Waka
fragrant sake
cools the tongue
hot summer night
fragrant sake
lovers staring at the stars
glasses clink
cools the tongue
numbing senses
just a little
hot summer night
soft ocean breeze
goose bumps on her neck
©Tournesol’17/07/06
Reading a list on Facebook of things we Canadians are known for inspired me to write something today. The 10th item that says each Canadian has frozen his tongue on something metal and lived to talk about it. My grandson’s tongue was stuck on a fudgsicle the other day…I told him to spit on it but he was panicking, so I brought him to the sink and told him to let the water run over his tongue and his fudgsicle, which solved the problem with no scars.
I wish someone had told me growing up how valuable my spit could have been under these circumstances. When I was 7, I was at the top of a wooden slide in our town and leaning over the metal railing, my tongue stuck! It was a cold January day and the kids at the bottom kept screaming to me to do this or that but I panicked and was wailing…so I just yanked that tongue off…OUCH! But you see how well I still remember so I can tell my tale! [Chuckles] Well, that list made me think of the things I was taught growing up.
Birth to 7 years old:
from 8 years old to 18:
What I learned growing up:
A beautiful house is not always a happy home. Money cannot buy happiness no matter how hard you try because it is not outside of you but within. Love hurts only when you hang on to what was not yours to begin with. Souls come and go in our lives for a time, for a reason and some just for a season. Embrace those moments.
Not all Fathers know best. Some men and women can be cruel but don’t give up; their only weakness is being human. Racism is limiting self-growth. The only race that truly exists is the human race.
Children and youths allow you to relive moments you missed out on. Children teach us more than we know. You cannot demand respect from your children if it was not earned in the first place. Children model more on how you behave than by what you say. Older children may break your heart at times but it is not about you, they are struggling on their own path.
Some say you should work to live but not live to work. What if your work is a part of who you are and what you live? Gratitude and appreciation triples your paycheck, passionate about your work quadruples it.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved before…yep, that’s true!
Dance like no one is watching. Love like a child with all your heart. It’s worth the risk. Savour those moments and experiences to remember later and perhaps share with your grandchildren. Playing is taking care of your soul. Praying, chanting or meditating keeps you in the present and stops the worrying.
Is there really a generation gap or it’s just priorities and needs differ from one age to the next? Saying, “been there, done that” sometimes rains on another’s parade.
Death is just another journey and it must be pretty awesome since no one wants to come back.
Compassion makes the world turn…be kind to someone today…just a smile will do!
omnipresent beauty
deep under muddy waters
a lotus appears
on the ink black surface
frog on a lily pad
breaking the silence
splashing in the water
a raven caws
©Tournesol’17/07/05
Daily Moments – July 5, 2017 – living beauty (haibun)
Staring
out the window
on a cloudy day
searching for her muse
only fog comes to mind
©Tournesol’17/06/30
Daily Moments June 30th 2017

baby gurgles
thrilled with his new playdate
in the hall mirror
baby gurgles
looking up at Mother
mirroring her smile
thrilled with his newplaydate
child tries to touch his face
the river splashes
in the hall mirror
mommy and daddy kissing
children giggle
©Tournesol’17/06/30
For years she prided herself with reading and watching the news all over the world. Then, 9/11 happened. It felt just too close to home. How could she continue practicing her profession and remaining genuine in her words and in her voice if she was, herself, alarmed at times?
And so she cut out many forms of media only limiting news when she sought it in cyberspace. This way she could make more room for her mind to think rather than be drawn into areas not of her choice.
Television was then cut out altogether and and writing emptied her mind of distracting thoughts until she learned to pray and meditate. Chanting her mantra allowed her to shut out distracting thoughts…travelling more alone…walks in nature alone…allowed her to take those first baby steps into “being”. She felt less alone in her solitude than in crowds of people. Now if only, she could sing as beautifully as those angelic youthful voices in a choir…

at the water’s edge
echoes of drumming
the river roars
voice turns to honey
chanting Lokah Samasta
daunting rapids
striking yet unassuming
splashing rocks
humming with every ripple
immersing feet with humility
the mind
lights up at any age
like an old well
clearing waterways
pouring life into the source
©Tournesol’17/06/25
Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – “The Songs of Milarepa” (3) The Shepherd

[…] “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” […] © Rabindranath Tagore
Looking up
the story of my life
sky at sunset
looking up
traced with magenta ink
a sacred sign
the story of my life
etched in billowy stones
and living colour
sky at sunset
Shamballa in the making
like heaven on earth
©Tournesol’17/06/25
CDHK – Shamballa & Use That Quote

She gifted me on her very own birthday! Giving me a perfect day, sunshine and precious company, what better way to end it with this new tradition…
by the rapids
beating to a yearning heart
the river roars
by the rapids
waves pouring stories
dancing eagerly
beating to a yearning heart
embracing and comforting
Mother Nature knows
the river roars
rumbling outbursts
calming release
(c)Clr’17/06/22
Daily Moments June 22/17 the river mourns
on a windy night
clouds gather
ripples in the sky
©Tournesol’17/06/20
daily moments June 20 2017 windy night
The heat weighed the house all night long. She couldn’t to believe how hot it was as she tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position and keeping in the right position on so the warm air from the fan could cool her body.
She was visiting her best fried in the country and she could not get over how hot it still was at 4am! “You would think in the country, the night air would cool,” she thought. Suffering from insomnia for years, she tried reading until her eyes were heavy but as soon as she shut the light, her eyes sprung open. She tried watching a movie on her tablet using the precious wifi on her cell phone…she had not asked for the password of her friend’s wifi because she knew her friends did not have a great plan due to their location in their neck of the woods, they were limited to any kind of technology.
She took out her tablet and decided to write. “May as well be productive,” she thought. If she could not sleep, well, her muse may as well suffer like her. She managed to write two poems to a prompt on a haiku meme site. She was pleased…perhaps writing n her journal may dull the senses and she will be able to sleep a few hours at least. She wanted to get up early to help her sister start cleaning their late mother’s house so they could finally put it up for sale.
Perhaps she will see the sun rise…oh, no, she forgot, it was cloudy and the forecast was thunderstorms all day and evening which would make the temperatures drop 10 degrees. Good! Dropping from 35 to 25C would be a blessing. She checked her phone for the temperature and it was 22C outside apparently…but not on the second floor of this wooden two-story house!
meditating
whispering her mantra
spirits take over
©Tournesol’17-06-19
Daily Moments – hot June night – June 19 2017