A Blog, A Reflection, And A Recommendation

My friend Bill posted this earlier today: “Where everyone would love to drown“. Seeing the headline in my inbox, and knowing Bill, my brain connected it to the Stevie Nicks song “Sara”. Google, and its scion YouTube, assisted me as I wanted to listen as I read. Here’s what I played:

Hints of youth, of those people who’ve impacted us greatly, but who fade to myth over the decades. That’s what came to mind for me.

In response, a haiku awakened. True to form, I guess.

Summers of my youth
Tastes of freedom and heartache
Crowds passing me by

I highly recommend you head over to Bill’s blog, the Pink Lightsaber. He’s a talented writer well worth the gift of attention.

Today’s Haiku : July 12, 2020

each moment grace

talking with friends of fears

as the rain falls

Tonight’s #Haiku: Friday, April 12, 2019

​An evening with friends

Connections most beautiful

Expanding our souls

An evening with friends 


Spent the evening with friends enjoying Mountlake Terrace’s Tour de Terrace parade. A lovely evening with friends I’ve know for a while and some I just met tonight. What a wonderful way to spend time.

Gratitude

Grateful for two things:
Surrounded by my dear friends
The warmth of sunlight

Gasping for air 

Gasping for more air 

Tears now descending my face 

Friend’s delightful wit 

Thoughts While Crafting A Memorial

I’ve spent the past few hours creating a presentation for a friend’s memorial service. A full range of emotions accompanied.

Professionalism is one of my core values. Approaching even the most difficult things with calm competency is something I strive for.

The pictures, though…his kids…so young. Reminding of my birth-mother’s death when I was 15. Haunting me.

For many of the services I’ve worked, my composure held well. I know, though, this one will be hard. Even though sad weeping and wailing is not what he wanted. I get that. But, you know, my humanity….

A Monday Evening Haiku

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A day in sunlight
With friends, these dearest people
Living a blessed life

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Transitions

My child rides away
Supported by his friendships
Trees colors changing

Truth

Truth, laying hidden
In plain site, floating
Upon the spring breeze,
Raging winter storm
Or Autumn’s fallen
Leaves. Grasping
Hold of each sense,
Each sensibility, until
Reality becomes
Distilled down to
Bassest elements,
Life’s rawest truth.