(g) Stir Crazy? (7.10)

Stir Crazy?
(a haibun)

One batter, split
For oatmeal cookies
He wanted cranberries and mini coco chips
She only wanted the chocolate

There was enough to send home
A bag for him, a bag for her
(to share with Mommy and Daddy)
And some extra for the neighbor

A long day soon to end –
Started with a walk
As well as ended with one.
And now I’m done in…

I did learn though
That this was the one-hundredth day
That I’ve been with my exercise ‘program’
And received some bonus points

where have I been and
where shall I go – to the moon
and maybe I’ll return

©JP/dh

(My ‘program’ is mainly just walking – since starting almost at the beginning of April I’ve logged 2,005,247 steps, climbed 3454 floors (or have gone up steep inclines – the hills in my neighborhood or actual stair flights), and have traversed 850.4 miles.)

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(g) Stella’s Spring Pass… (3.15)

Observing 15
Stella’s Spring Pass…
(haibun)

We ‘lucked out’ as it were only getting a bit more than a third of what was
predicted in snow. But the wintery mix of ice made up in grief for the loss in
total amount. And then of course we all in our little suburban slice of live
pulled together to help each other.

The larger snow blowers that could handle the ice…their drivers just kept
going…clearing walkways and driveways of elderly and housebound. And
some folk with more muscle; They too with shoveled extra.

I felt like I’d walked more miles yesterday than all the week before just going
walking back and forth on my drive trying to figure out where to put the shovels
and bricks of ice-mix-snow chunks I’d carved out. I did pace myself. I was out
four or five different times since six-thirty am. So my travels took me to an early
evening; retiring at six pm.

This morning we have some delays – and the city is still in a bit of a fix and has most
things are still shut down – since the streets are nigh impossible to pass, they’ve
got to haul out the snow in trucks (I think…that’s what they did last time anyway).

just a little stiff
from hopefully the last ‘snow’
of this odd winter

©JP/dh

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BE31 October 2016 wp

BE31: A Part or Apart

We all wonder during slow times,
Or at least I know I do… if I have done enough –
Those who are close can let us know by allowing us in their life.
And that… is, could be, should be… enough –
Yet for those who are further, the distance is like a maze;
Each twist and turn takes us further – and our efforts seem, not enough –
How whole can we be when our reach, our grasp, our hopes
Seem like never enough?

remembering that
an unbroken circle ‘is’
has to be ‘enough’

©JP/dh

Wholeness

We are all connected in the unbroken circle of life.

The Breathe Easy Deck by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber (in no particular order)

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BE30 October 2016 wp

BE30: Receptive Reel

find the time dusk or dawn
include an interlude, let drift any alibi
forego excuses, go in between
the reality of thought, focus your third eye;
yearn …yen for the true you…

senses allow us
to gain perspective when the
sun kisses our face

©JP/dh

Grounding

When life overwhelms us, it is time to get outside and
touch the earth to ground ourselves, reestablishing our
essential unity with nature.

The Breathe Easy Deck by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber (in no particular order)

reel; as in the music of dancing in and for life

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BE26 October 2016 wp

BE26: Canna Can Do

With the frost warning in the forecast,
he suggested I bring in the potted Canna Lily.
I opened the door, and brought the plant, as tall as myself –
still with orange flowers still blooming and budding from
the previous weeks heat; into my home – my heart –
I might bring ‘her’ up to the bay window until all the
Canna flowers have finally faded…

When the day warms up just a tad; it was 29 F at seven –
I will have to open the ground and retrieve the rhizomes
of the grounded red Canna…and hope that I can save them.
And remember to plant them where they will get more sun…
I did open their pods and retrieve some bead seeds –
Though I have yet to split a seed to attempt to grow it.
Treasured gifts these flowers from a wonderful friend…

frost blooms open in
autumn’s October morning;
miracles unfold

©JP/dh

Openness

When we open ourselves up to the truth, we show real fath –
and then miracles can happen.

The Breathe Easy Deck by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber (in no particular order)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canna_(plant)

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BE18 October 2016 wp

BE18: Whole

Enveloped in the morning dew dawn fog…I witness
Twenty-six geese in a V writing poetry in the blue sky,
A grasshopper nestled in the nettles of conical thistle…
Four miles in before eight thirty…started at seven –
to catch up on those days when they’ll be less than one

breadth of wondering
weaving in – out of traffic
finding sacred space

outside the realm of built walls;
renew earthly connections

©JP/dh

Sacred Space

Any space is sacred if you choose to make it so.

The Breathe Easy Deck by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber
(in no particular order)

http://www.dictionary.com/browse/whole

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BE16 October 2016 wp

BE16: Harmony?

When I see the word balance I think of a few different things.
High-wire artists, Bind Justice, brand names, and checkbooks.
I think of where I have been, where I am now and attempt to
accept that at least some aspects of life have indeed leveled.

The fulcrum swaying in a delicate balance over the pile of sand at
the museum to show that the earth, though at a slight tilt, yes off
balance and slightly wobbling, is rotating. Days, even when the sun
remains hidden are balanced by how the hours that pass are used.

may this new day bring
natural balance into
a clearer focus

©JP/dh

Balance

Everything in moderation, nothing in excess;
this is the way to lead a life of quality and meaning.

The Breathe Easy Deck by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber
(in no particular order)

Word Origin & History: balance late 13c., “apparatus for weighing,”
from O.Fr. balance (12c.)”balance, scales for weighing,” also in the
figurative sense; from M.L. bilancia, from L.L. bilanx(acc. bilancem),
from L. (libra)bilanx “(scale) having two pans,” possibly from L. bis
“twice” + lanx “dish,plate, scale of a balance.” The accounting sense is
from 1580s; the meaning”general harmony between parts” is from 1732; sense
of “physical equipoise” is from 1660s. The verb is attested from 1570s.
Balance of power in the geopolitical sense is from 1701; balanced meal,
diet, etc. is from 1908.

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