Haibun Thinking – Week 15 – May 1, 2014

© Anja Partin

© Anja Partin

All good things come to an end they say, and on the other hand, if I think about it, all bad things do too!  The clock ticks and what seemed to be a permanent part of my life, suddenly disappears, and it’s gone, over, done.

Impermanence is a favorite topic of the Zen masters, perhaps most philosophers like that subject in fact, but for Zen thought, it’s the core of many a mondo and meditation.  To realize and interiorize the workings of the illusion that we call permanence has always fascinated me.  The suddenness of change, until one realizes that even that too, is impermanent.

The seasons pass, and with them the years you’ve got to walk this earth.  Today I’m here … tomorrow, who knows.

swallows return in spring
looking for their nests
the barn is gone


This is my entry for the last prompt of Haibun Thinking…what else could my muse write about but the impermanence of life.  Thanks Al for 15 weeks of interesting prompts!  Good luck upon your path.

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Haibun Thinking – Week 14

© Sally - My Beautiful Things

© Sally – My Beautiful Things

Dawn over the sea, gulls over-head.  One of the most beautiful ways to wake up in the morning.

Years ago, we spent a few weeks camping on an isolated beach down in Calabria (Italy) on the Ionian sea.  Every morning a shepherd passed not far from our camp with his flock of sheep.  He was a living alarm clock, his passage meant it was time to get up and prepare breakfast.

The air was cold at that hour of the morning, even though it was August, the hottest month of the year.  The gulls dove into the sea fishing, or maybe they were scavenging what the fishermen left after their late night catch.  We saw their lights out on the sea every evening from 11:00 onwards.

We’d take a walk along the beach after our first cup of coffee, which we prepared over a Coleman burner, it was too cold to swim.  Then we’d eat our breakfast, fix up our improvised sun hut made of old straw mats people had abandoned,  rig the sail to the wind-surf.  After a swim we’d add a new bit to our growing sculpture.  Little things.

Later in the day, we’d go to the nearby public beach and wash off the day’s accumulation of salt from our skin…then have dinner at a “trattoria“.  Or maybe we’d just go to the local store and buy something to grill over an open fire and eat under the stars.

It was a wonderful adventure.  After three weeks though, I was happy to return to my green mountains.

gulls shepherd and wind
red tinted clouds crashing waves
dawn over the Ionian sea

Sun hut in the morning

Written for Haibun Thinking – Photo Prompt

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Haibun Thinking: Week 13 – April 15th 2014

FILM QUOTE:  Some people can’t believe in themselves until someone else believes in them first.”
– Good Will Hunting

September 22, 2013

September 22, 2013

“Art is for art’s sake, who cares about what you like!  You must create something that hits that magic cord inside the collective soul of the world!” shouted the art teacher as she looked at Gabriel’s painting, “What is this supposed to mean…it says nothing to me!”

Gabriel felt devastated.  The picture she’d painted had been done with acrylics using a natural sponge to put the color onto a black back-ground.

“It’s just something I liked doing, I like the colors, I like the technique.” she replied in a low voice.

“Well you may like it, but it isn’t art.” the teacher said as she stompted away.

Larry looked at Gabriel and then he looked at the picture she’d done.

“You know Gabby, this is really beautiful to look at.  It reminds me of a voyage through space and time.  I like how the colors contrast here and here.  And the black background pulls all the colors out so beautifully.  Don’t worry about old Ms Greyheart, remember, if you can’t make art, teach it.”  he winked at her.  “Why don’t we go over to my place and you can show me how you did this…it’s fantastic! I want to see what Greyheart has to say when I do one!” Larry was Ms Greyheart’s pet student.

Gabriel and Larry got together that evening and they each worked on their paintings which they were to present the next day in class.

“Now,” said Larry “We’ll do an experiment.  I’ll present your painting as mine and you present mine as yours.  Let’s see what happens.”

In class the next morning Ms Greyheart gushed and nearly swooned over “Larry’s” painting but when she came to Gabriel’s work, she harrangued her once again for the poor effort she’d done.  Gabriel nearly laughed in the teacher’s face.

“See…don’t worry about that old fart.  You’ve go talent to sell!”

gnawing disbelief
unseeing her talents
except from his eyes

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Written for Haibun Thought – Film Quote

 

The Post Card – Haibun Thinking – April 3, 2014

© Rick Daddario

© Rick Daddario

Traveling …  Seeing places that other people call home, but for us are exotic, different and interesting.  They might be interesting because of their past, the interesting or special geography or  because of some special person who once visited or lived there.

We travel and we peep into the lives of others.  Sometimes.  At other times we breeze through a country or a city and never come into contact with the people who actually live there, except for the concierge at the hotel,a shop keeper or a restaurant’s waiter.

Living with tourists can be an adventure too.  Sometimes, even though everyone knows that their economy depends on those people, tourists are an unwanted element in their lives.  Like the group of Germans under my window who’ve had far too much to drink who are singing at the top of their lungs or the Japanese tourists who are click click clicking away whilst I’m hanging out my wash.

Traveling … buying postcards, wish you were here.

walking ancient streets
seeing other people’s lives
a postcard to send

Written for Haibun Thinking Week 11 – April First with a special thanks to Rick Daddario for his great photo!

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Haibun Thinking – Freedom

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© AnElephantCant

Reading Charlotte’s web many years ago, I think I never would have known what Gussy the goose meant when she said “Golly, did I hear you say you would be free if you could?”

I must admit, even now, I just might find that difficult.  Gussy just saved Wilbur…and says the phrase and then asks herself about the phrase she says…answering herself:  “I meant if I were a pig.”  Seems so much like so many people I’ve met in my day.  Ready to save others, themselves too afraid to be free, or is it that they’re contented in their own perilous situation.  They can see the danger for others but not their own.

seeing life’s dangers
reflected in other’s lives
danger’s just not mine

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Written for Haibun Thinking, Film Quote day.

Film Quote
Golly, did I hear you say you would be free if you could?
Gussy the Goose, Charlotte’s Web (2006)

Sailing Thoughts – Haibun

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERATravelling, up and down a lake…on a ferry boat or sail boat.  Water has a way of calming my nerves.  I sat down with my ticket, camera at the ready.  At that moment, I saw the sails open and slowly majestically the boat start leaving the port.  I imagined what it would have been like to the crew. The first sail of the year…hearing the sheets ping on the mast, the flapping of the sails, the swooshing of water under the hull.  Spring at last soon to be summer.

metallic pinging
sailing song made by the wind
water spray refreshing

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Karma Flowers – Haibun Thinking

©  A Mixed Bag

© A Mixed Bag

Walking along the pier, contemplating the years that had slipped away, Giulia felt at peace with her life.  Her children were now grown, and two of them had children of their own.  She lived in a house that was her own property, in a community that seemed to be an oasis, compared to the rest of the country.

She felt the ache in her knees and thought about her friend telling her long ago that sleeping under the stars would give her arthritis…she was probably right, Giulia thought, but ah those stars were just so beautiful.  Funny, Giulia thought, karma is so interesting…you reap what you sow, and you don’t even have to die to get the fruits of your labor!

She looked at the analysis that had just come back from the lab.  Yeah, she was really falling apart. She sighed.

The phone rang.  “Ciao Mom! Got a minute…I just though we could talk a little if you’ve got time.”

Time, she thought then said: “Sure, I’ve got all the time in the world!” and she smiled.

each day’s passing
another memory
karma flowers bloom

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I Am Me – Haibun Thinking

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© Michael Grogan

I Am Me

“Oh come on Sekhmet, whatever is the matter?” Bastet asked just a little exasperated by the sighing that had filled the air for about an hour.  It distracted her from her gardening.

“Alas, I am not myself today.  I’m so down and out!” Sekhmet sighed, yet again.

“So, what happened…please tell me.”  Bastet knew that if Sekhmet didn’t get the story out of her system the sighing could go on for weeks!

This was her story.

“I was going down the hill the today to help you with the garden and I came upon Aries.  You know that tall dark handsome greek fellow.  Well, he didn’t greet me with any sort of respect.  He just said, “Hi there Sekh, how’s tricks today lady!”

This is no way to speak to a goddess of war, I reflected.   I felt quite slighted don’t you know.  I know that he was very very popular in his day, but does that mean I’m due no respect.  I mean I am who I am!”

Bastet wondered how to explain to Sekhmet without offending her what her problem really was.  That is,  if Sekhmet really was centered in herself, she wouldn’t need adulation.  So, she thought and thought, then she became inspired by thinking of a children’s book that Dr. Seuss had given to her the other evening during literary night.

Today you are you!
That is truer than true!
There is no one alive who is you-er than you!

“Oh don’t worry about old Aries…almost no one even knows him by that name anymore, but Sekhmet is Sekhmet….it’s like in this story.”  And Bastet read the line to her.

“Ah, yes, there is no one me-er than me!  How very true!” she purred.

recognition
comes from onself
the rest is sugar glaze

This week’s Haibun Thinking is dedicated to Dr. Seuss!

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Just a Note – February 10, 2014

Hello World!

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I know, I haven’t been writing my Just a Note lately…actually I haven’t been doing a lot of my regular posts…I’m a little blue I think….

Here is sunny Italy we’ve been having a bit of wet weather…two weeks of wet weather in fact and that has more or less kept me at home.  I’d usually go walking rain or shine, but I’ve had a bit of bad weather myself and so it has been the better part of wisdom not to go out.  My muse hasn’t been happy with this decision.

I’ve been doing a lot of prompts to keep the juices flowing.  Last week I wrote for Trifecta, Speakeasy, dVerse, Friday Fictioneers, Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Ligo Haibun, Poet’s CornerHaibun Thinking and Sunday Photo Fiction.  Think I’ve got them all down, might have missed someone, I’m not sure.  The links will take you directly to the prompt sites.

Reading other people’s blogs has really become a mess, as I was saying to Charles Yallowitz yesterday.  I’m trying to try with the daily digests…at least the posts are all together and it’s easier to follow them.  The reader is the pits lately.  I often  have the problem of having the same post about 20 or more times and nothing else.  Of course, doing the prompts, one should also read the posts of fellow participants.  That can be rather interesting actually as many posts from Blogger which I wouldn’t normally read.

I think that I’ve got the Mid-Winter Blues..probably a little left over energy depletion due to the flu I had and the vitamin and mineral deficiency that my doctor discovered.  I’ve also got a thyroid problem…which we’re working on.

Besides all that, many of the people I’ve been blogging with over the last few months have gone awol.  Poof all of a sudden they’re just not around to read.  I’ve found this pretty depressing.  Of course, I suppose one has to get used to that sort of thing.  There have been many over the last year who have been really prolific and there was a nice feeling and then they just stopped writing.  Maybe they opened a blog somewhere else.  Maybe they just got bored with writing.  Or just simply moved on… Who knows.

Anyway.  I’m hoping to get my act together and start writing again on the 13th Floor.  I haven’t been doing the Pixelventures’ Close-up, which I think I’ll have to rethink before retaking that one up.  I’m happy to say that I do try write for Poet’s Corner at least once a week.  Perhaps I’ll just choose a couple of prompts to write for, it may be less dispersive.

As I was saying to Oliana from Traces of Soul, whilst talking about her fantastic post,  I think I too need a project.  Maybe a series of children stories and poetry.  I should perhaps start deciding to collect my work from last year in some sort of an anthology,  see if I can’t come up with a pamphlet or two of poetry…one for the Japanese poetry, one for the other genre.

Well…that’s more or less all I’ve got to say this week.  Bless you all and have a good time.

Ciao!  Bastet.

The Angel Archway – Haibun Thinking

The Angel Archway

Each May the flowers bloom filling the air with their lovely profume.  I love the archway of flowers that lead to the gazebo down in the lover park of my Great Aunt’s manor .  Walking under the canopy of flowers on a warm day with that heady smell, is what I’d imagine it would be to walk through the gateways of heaven.

Oh, I’m not a “believer” but I am a child of my culture.  Here’s a drawing I made when I was ten of an angel.  I always loved angels…and by the time I was 18 I had quite a collection of angel cards.

When I was little my Great Aunt used to babysit with my when Mom went to work.  During story hour, because she always had a story hour, sometimes she’d talk about heaven and the Pearly Gates, however, she always added a flowered angel archway up to the gates. Guess she was inspired by her garden archway.

Funny, they found her just a few steps from the gazebo one early spring day.  She was 86 by then, and though she wasn’t ill, no one was surprised that she’d passed away.  remembering her stories, I always wondered if she’d the impression of passing through the flowered angel archway before she finally lost consciousness.

archways and angels
inviting tales from childhood
a gazebo waits

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