Daily Moments March 15 2020 symptoms of the human race

Birds chirping
Willing spring to return
Hear the children laugh

School is out
Parents juggling what to do
Too many choices

Grandma’s stuck inside
Smiles from an open window,
Hearing nature’s song

Panic rises
Hoarding like there’s no morrow
Me, myself and I

© Tournesol ’15-03-2020

Daily Moments March 15 2020 symptoms of the human race

riding the waves (haibun)

I read a poem written by Sreejit Poole from TheSeekersDungeon and it poked my muse this morning.  I just love when that happens!    TheSeekersDungeon  

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Another grey winter (when will this season end?) Will I be engulfed again by the same dark waves or will  I try to ride them today?

I find snippets of joy when I look at my bff’s (best feline friends)…Bette who is growing like me (older, slower and fatter) and Kali, who makes me smile and frown all in one gesture. Today I will try to seek those milliseconds while riding those waves.

 

Riding the Waves

sometimes, waking up
gasping for air…I pray
myself back to sleep

mind will just not heed
stubbornly
poking at me

like a toddler
whining Wake UP!
stomping their feet

riding the waves
I try to float above
repeating my mantra

over and over
sacred and compassionate
I see her smiling

sadness looms
pushing me underwater
at last… I fall asleep

so many memories
stories echo in my mind
or is this a dream?

peering from one eye
another wave is coming
quickly I must dive
beneath softness and safety
my downy duvet

shifting faithfully
mantra to Hail Mary’s
urging theta waves

slipping into delta
images and narratives
embracing me

shifting now and then
altering my perception
some dreams make me smile

was this really a dream?
is my mind playing tricks?
OH, real is overrated!
what does it matter?
replaying my recent visit, I sigh…
my frown turns upside down!

 

Shuffling from my bedroom, I’m greeted by Bette who seems to frown a bit. She’s sulking me these days because I will not let her come in my bedroom anymore. I’m tired of cleaning so much fur that weaves into the fabric of all my bedding. Kali comes racing out and flops down at my feet causing me to stop or else I might trip. She’s like a puppy rather than a feline. She follows me everywhere and sometimes races ahead of me wanting to play.

Once I sit with my coffee, Bette sits on a bench next to my chair and waits for me to pet her. This morning she refused to give me the “loving look”. You know when you look at a cat and slowly close and open your eyes…your feline friend usually closes their eyes to show they love you. Nope, not today, she’s still sulking me.

Kali drapes herself upon my chest like a universal scarf. Her loud purrs soothe me as if to help counteract the effects of my cup of java. World Health Organization should add felines as good for one’s health to lower blood pressure. I cannot help but smile at both my feline friends this morning, who simply “are” and their presence makes me feel like I am wrapped in silk and velvet.

watching them relax
waiting for the sun to peak
behind winter clouds

my furry friends
teaching me so patiently
how “to be”

 

(c) Tournesol ‘ 2020/03/06

 

Daily Moments – March 6  2020 – riding the waves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

sleepless night – daily moments

night is young
when lovers dance
until sunrise

until sunrise
tic toc tic toc
I wait in silence

© tournesol ‘2020-02-23

Daily moments – sleepless night

transporting notes ~ Troibun ~ Feb 18 2020 Daily Moments

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Sitting in front of the t.v. screen, she flips from one video to the next and finds nothing to capture her attention. It has been a long day. Day two of busyNESS, Day two of SadNESS, Day two of various fires to try and put out and yet…the day feels unfulfilled. There is the person who hung up too soon because someone walked in on them; there’s the person whose phone died and you never had a chance to see if he’s safe and the list goes on. All in a day’s work, some say…who the hell says that anyway?

Switching to music seems more healing…starting with Satie Song by Alanna-Marie Boudreau, then Kimbra’s Cameo Lover and Sara Bareilles’s Gravity. Lastly, she listens to one of her favourites, Damien Rice’s Accidental Babies…aww, total bliss! It is amazing how music can truly transform you.

She is reminded of a youth now…

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transporting notes ~ Troibun ~ Feb 18 2020 Daily Moments

Tournesol's avatarTournesol dans un Jardin

Sitting in front of the t.v. screen, she flips from one video to the next and finds nothing to capture her attention. It has been a long day. Day two of busyNESS, Day two of SadNESS, Day two of various fires to try and put out and yet…the day feels unfulfilled. There is the person who hung up too soon because someone walked in on them; there’s the person whose phone died and you never had a chance to see if he’s safe and the list goes on. All in a day’s work, some say…who the hell says that anyway?

Switching to music seems more healing…starting with Satie Song by Alanna-Marie Boudreau, then Kimbra’s Cameo Lover and Sara Bareilles’s Gravity. Lastly, she listens to one of her favourites, Damien Rice’s Accidental Babies…aww, total bliss! It is amazing how music can truly transform you.

She is reminded of a youth now…

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winter blues troiku daily moments Feb 17 2020

winter blues troiku daily moments Feb 17 2020

winter blues
stuck indoors
frostbitten toes

winter blues
days are not long enough
chasing night demons

stuck indoors
the worse of all viruses
cabin fever

frostbitten toes
remind me with the throbbing
winter’s NOT over

© tournesol ‘2020/02/17

Silent Sunday

Peak of the day ~ Haibun

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It is interesting how joy is relative. What’s even more fascinating is how much our brief moments of content can alter over the years. Oh, yes, of course, the gurgle of a new born is up at the top of the list, then that first kiss from that special person, hearing your child say “Mama” or “Papa” for the first time is high up there too. My goodness my heart swells just to think of that. Hearing your lover say “I love you” warms the heart but hearing your child say, “I love you” holds your heart.
I won’t get into all the other moments of contentment. Maybe I am writing this with a light heart and laughing soul as I think of what tickled my spirit today.
Step by step
Checking each heart beat
Height of the day

Slight vibration on the wrist
reporting 5,000 steps!!

Oh goodie surges
Through the heart
Fitbit’s daily peak

Daily Moments January 18 2020

Compassion rules

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The Fifth Floor by Julie Oleszek (Review on a book on life, death and living)

A great read!! I highly recommend this book and congratulate the writer for this first novel!

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The Fifth Floor by Julie Oleszek

A coming of age book geared to youths and adults of all ages. It this was classified under Young Adults, I would still certainly have read it because it interests me to stay “real” on issues that touch youths growing up.

Julie Oleszek’s first novel is a book that youths can relate to and any person of any age and especially who has experienced grief. I don’t want to say too much because the trials and tribulations of Anna, who is the ninth child of a family of ten are hers to discover along with the reader throughout this book. I think that is what I loved about this. I did not need to get a clinical analysis of why’s and underlying issues but rather to explore life, suffer, question and discover through Anna’s journey. I laughed when she was giggling and felt dizzy…

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