Dear Emma (Daily Moments Feb 11 2024) Haibun

 

Sleeping Kali

Dear Emma,

For the past 4 weeks I have been rereading the Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron and redoing the exercises. The main one is journalling 3 pages each morning the moment I wake up. That is a bit of a challenge on the days I work since I am not a morning person and I have to set the alarm 30 minutes earlier. But I do set up my coffee maker on my vanity in my bedroom the night before so I can at least have my java fix as I write in a stream of consciousness.

Today is Day 2 of Week 4 and I managed to be inspired to write one poem/haiku…but you would not believe how I got my inspiration!

I noticed a new icon named Co-Pilot, on the task bar of my laptop and out of curiosity, I clicked on it. It popped up on my right side and it is an AI offering to answer questions, create background images …basically everything and anything. So, I typed in “poetry prompts” and it listed a bunch of types of poems…then I typed in “Haiku prompt” and it gave the definition of a haiku and gave me a bunch of prompts that were mediocre but the one that struck me was “sound”. I was hearing a sound in my office that stimulated emotions in me…and so here is the haiku that turned into a troiku.

Sleeping Sounds of Innocents (troiku)

Gentle whimpering
soothes the ears as she writes
sleeping feline moans

gentle whimpering
subtle sounds of innocence
moments of pure joy

soothes the ears as she writes
recalling sleeping infants
tugging at the heart

sleeping feline moans
dreaming chase in open fields
feasting on its prey.

© Tournesol 2024/02/11

Daily Moments Feb 11 2024 – Troiku

thinking of John Lennon  Daily Moments – Haibun

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©Clr`16

“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”― John Lennon

She is not a religious person. She likes to think of herself as spiritual on one level, believing there is something greater than we can even conceive out there in the universe (except for the great minds who have risen to such a level of consciousness). She was raised to believe in God, Jesus as her brother, Mary as her mother.  Such a foundation formed in a child’s mind usually stays…it had stayed with her. She still recites the Hail Mary from time to time; she still crosses herself when she passes a hearse or on-duty ambulance.

She feels there is beauty even in darkness.  There is ugliness even in beauty.  It does very little if you have hurt someone or made mistakes that impacted on others, if you do not first acknowledge it.  That does not mean to live a life of guilt. Guilt is like a barometer, measuring moral good and bad. Oh, you know when you have crossed that line!  You feel the twinge in your gut telling you “uh-oh, what have I done.”  You may continue on that same path, but I have a sneaking suspicious once you are “aware” of its ugliness, it will never be the same…never  be as joyful…never ever will you be able to reach bliss.

Like a person addicted to heroin who first experiences that pure high…nirvana, he calls it and every other time he shoots up, he is chasing that same feeling which he never will achieve.  Imagine if for once, just once, you achieved such a high, a pure white light of consciousness of feeling uplifted and serene just by meditating or chanting your favourite prayer or mantra!  Now that would be something to chase…what a beautiful goal in life.

What feeling do you get when you give someone something without ever owing them anything, without they`re asking for anything…just because you want to give?

The other day she was rushing to work and stopped to pick up a bagel and cream cheese…it was cut in half and she took one out to eat quickly before getting on the Métro.  She passes a young man, who she often sees at the same spot begging for money. She had not gone to the bank to get any money since her trip, so she handed the bag with the other half of the cream cheese bagel and simply said, “Please, it is still warm…” and left.

Walking to the Métro,  towards rue St-Denis at midnight where it gets a bit tricky to cross the street, she stands at the centre of the street on a block of cement not to get hit by the oncoming traffic  and waits patiently.  An off-duty ambulance stops and waits for her to cross the street.  She felt so blessed…what a beautiful gesture, a selfless act!  It gave her such a nice warm feeling walking home at one in the morning. What a lovely way to end her day/night.

Amma, (Mata Amritanandamyi) is an Indian Guru, a saint, Divine Mother, a deity,  who believes in Love and Compassion.   Thinking of the death of John Lennon today, December 8, 1980,  she cannot help but be reminded how he believed, modeled and sang about peace, compassion and love as well.  Amma chants, Lokah Samastah Sukino Bhavantu (May Peace and Happiness Prevail).

snowing petals
like white flowers falling
from the sky

John Lennon  wrote a song in January 1970 and this particular song was recorded the very next day.  Apparently, this is something quite rare.  It is said he repeated the studio recording three times and that was it…it was ready. Surely he was also blessed at that moment writing about peace…not condemning necessarily those who do wrong because after all, we may have a chance in another life to do good.  She believes that it is often in this same lifetime we are given an opportunity to change our lives around.  She saw it family…people who had led a life of greed and hurt many people along the way.  The last twenty years of their lives, they became better persons…they suffered illnesses, suffered loneliness and isolation but their attitude in life turned from bitterness to a state of satisfaction and fulfillment.

Karma is a chance

a free get-out -of-jail card

to recover.

©Tournesol’16/12/08

 

“A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality”(John Lennon)

Here is that famous song, the late John Lennon composed and sang 46 years ago:

Instant Karma by John Lennon

Instant Karma’s gonna get you
Gonna knock you right on the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you’re gonna be dead
What in the world you thinking of
Laughing in the face of love
What on earth you tryin’ to do
It’s up to you, yeah you

Instant Karma’s gonna get you
Gonna look you right in the face
Better get yourself together darlin’
Join the human race
How in the world you gonna see
Laughin’ at fools like me
Who in the hell d’you think you are
A super star
Well, right you are

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Ev’ryone come on

Instant Karma’s gonna get you
Gonna knock you off your feet
Better recognize your brothers
Ev’ryone you meet
Why in the world are we here
Surely not to live in pain and fear
Why on earth are you there
When you’re ev’rywhere
Come and get your share

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Come on and on and on on on
Yeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
On and on and on on and on

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun

Miss you, Mom

Colombe (Bette) Daudelin
June 22, 1926-Dec 2, 2014

reminiscing
that infectious laugh
scent of Givenchy
passionately pinching cheeks
whispering, “Love you darling”

se souvenir
ce rire contagieux
parfum de Givenchy
pincement passionné des joues
chuchoter, “Je t’aime ma chérie”

© Tournesol ‘21/05/10/09

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

Insomnia (senryu)

one more sleepless night
mantra chanting, mindful breathing…
toss – turn – groan

crying over spilt milk
many moons ago
such a bitter taste

daybreak
already at four thirty!
eyelids get heavy.

eyelids closing
body acquiesces…
all except the brain

mindless chatter
time to get up for work
one more sleepless night

© Tournesol 2023-06-13  Daily Moments

Easter – Pâques (troiku – daily moments)


Spring is in the air
Awakens our inner child
Play, Love, Joy

Spring is in the air
Inviting 
new beginnings

Awakens our inner child
Rain or shine
Heart still skips with joy

Play - Love - Joy
An ageless mantra
For all

(c) Tournesol 2023-03-25




le printemps est dans l'air
éveille l’enfant intérieur
jouer, aimer, jouir

le printemps est dans l'air
séduisant
des nouveaux débuts

éveille l’enfant intérieur
ensoleillé ou pluvieux 
le cœur fait des sauts

jouer - aimer - jouir
un mantra
Pour tous·tes

© tournesol 2023-03-26