WDYS – Approval

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Am I real?
Can people see me as I am? 
Or I’m an illusion of time and space, I can’t be seen or felt. 
Do I need their approval to be me? To exist? To be plenty?
Is love dependent on feedback, or can love survive in one direction only?

Joining Sadje - WDYS

Arrival

A flash of light is entering through the window 
Bodies start to stretch after the long night.
Good morning, bonjour, bom dia, buen dia, guten morgen …
Many languages contained in a small space, all the dreams and expectations
A baby babbling at the left, a toddler asking ‘are we there yet?’ at the right
People are moving in the aisle, rushing for the lavatories
The cabin crew is busy, checking if everyone is ok and collecting the night trash
The coffee fragrance spreads along the plane, soon breakfast will be served, the landing approaches.
Welcome to …

Reena’s Xploration Challenge:

“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.” 

Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

Sunday musings – yellow and orange

These last two weeks have been hectic. Many deadlines at work and weekend travel with the kids. I didn’t have time to have my precious ‘me time’ and to join the writing/poetry challenges, that I love, here.

Another snowstorm was on the way for the weekend, so I went grocery shopping on Friday evening and I found these gorgeous tulips, yellow and orange, at the grocery store. Of course, I had to get them.

I still have my Valentine’s roses, yellow ones, drying out. I dried red roses many years ago, they turned out great and are decorating my living room. These yellow ones are also drying beautifully. Not all the roses dry the way I like, so it’s great when they do and I can preserve them.

Today the clocks went ahead one hour. I’m taking this morning slowly, not hurrying to catch up with the lost hour.

I made pancakes for breakfast to enjoy with a strong black coffee. I got my orange mug last weekend while travelling to the USA middle-west. I drove all the way from Canada, a long drive, however pleasant, I love a road trip.

Yellow and orange are calling for me. I need to search for their meanings, I know yellow is happiness, and warm, but not sure about orange.

Wishing a wonderful day to you!

March is here

Looking forward for a new month full of inspiration and colours. My tiny journal is getting chubby, not much as I expected, February was a slow journaling month, hoping to catch up in March.

Today I woke up with a feeling of excitement, spring is coming but at the same time a feeling of missed opportunities: Did I learn all of the lessons from winter? Did I enjoy all its coziness? Did I dive inwards and really connected to myself? …My questions started with DID, it’s the past, now let me look ahead, to all the new possibilities of growth and blooming.

And you? How are you feeling about the change of the seasons?

Wishing you a flourishing new month, Spring or Autumn, both bring colours to the Earth.

In March winter is holding back and Spring is pulling forward.
Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.
Jean Hersey

Haibun – a smear of jam

First sprouts for this year!

A smear of jam on my white shirt, the school uniform I always complained about.

Now, after many years, better to say, many decades, I miss that time. I miss the lightness portrayed in my memories when the worries were the exams and friendships.

The breakfast and lunch were always ready before and after school, as well as delicious snacks to take with me. Peanut butter and jam were savoured in hurry between laughs and books.

The smear of jam on my white shirt was inevitable. 

No worries, the shirt would be washed as soon as I got home. 

sprouting memory
a forgotten smear of jam
shift in the season

Joining Tanka Tuesday – Synonyms only – Change & Grow and have chosen shift and sprouting for the Haiku

Joining Carrot Ranch 99-word challenge – a smear of jam – the text only (99 words)

broken

a broken dish
mended with gold 
the scar is precious 
it tells time and has a story 
shouldn’t be erased, discarded 
travelling to countries, continents 
rough oceans, calm skies
it reveals a path taken, chosen
to reach the eventful moment 
a split second of sorrow 
when the past can’t be redone 
however, the future is a choice
the trash bin or the shining on the shelf
a decision must be made 
the fragility in the hands of the doer
a smile, a memory of celebration 
a lump in my throat, a memory of an empty dish
mended with gold

Joining Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Revelation

Joining Reena’s Xploration Challenge – Are we truly enmeshed with the world, each other and Time?

Carrot Ranch – Dishes

love

in my garden

Saturday morning! I had a busy week and only now I’m catching up with this week’s writing challenges.

listen to me
in a world without gods
cherish love 
because it transcends matter, time and space 
it keeps us going, it fills us with optimism 
it’s the ultimate resource for survival 
in a forgotten world
as a breeze carrying seed to a distant land
love spreads infinite hope
when the spell is broken
look up at the stars
memories of scattered love
will spring from the universe
and fill up your soul
you will keep that moment 
forever ever 
and find the goddess inside your pure being
waiting to be pleased 
a constellation of joy will guide you

I hope you enjoyed my poem and have a great weekend,

E.

Time in a box

Prompt:

Janus is the god of beginnings, gates, transitions, time, duality, doorways, passages, frames, and endings. He is usually depicted as having two faces. The month of January is named for Janus. Source: Wikipedia

Time in a box

If I could secure Time in a box
I would keep it there,
Dormant 
Release it only when
I have time
I’m ready for it
I know myself
I wouldn't need to steal a few minutes here and there,
Day and night would bring me to light and surrender

If I could secure Time in a box
I would release it for 
The long summer days
Sitting under the canopy of a coconut tree
Looking at the sea

I would release it for
The fragrant spring days
Breathing the scent of the flowers and my feet on the lawn

I would release it for 
The cold winter days
Enjoying the warm hearth and a cup of hot chocolate

I would release it for 
The golden autumn days
Crushing leaves and all the pumpkin spice

If I could secure Time in a box
I would release it for ...

And you? Would you secure Time or let it be free?

Wishing you a lovely weekend!

Foolish decision – fiction

Two little sisters were in need of a pet.

Papa, may we have a puppy? Too much barking! Papa, may we have a kitten? Too many claws. The girls were sad, and papa was worried. Which pet would be convenient for all? Bunnies! Two of them. The girls are happy and PomPom and Fluffy are growing each day, one black and the other white. The girls are all smiles as the months go by.

Suddenly one day: Papa, the TV isn’t working. Papa, the phone isn’t working. Papa, the refrigerator is warm…

Girls, what are the rabbits chewing on?

expansion

Hello and Happy New Year!

My word for 2023 is expansion, in the sense of claiming space for myself. My colour for this year is blue, immense as the sky and the oceans. What do I want? Not sure, but I want to breathe and be free.

Today, I saw the prompt for the story challenge in 99-words on the Carrot Ranch blog – Sabbatical. I was wondering how it would feel to have a sabbatical from me, the person I’m now.

Here it is in 99-words:

Sabbatical from me

One year not being me. Who would I be? A person carrying the weight of the past, or new thoughts would populate my mind. No attachment to society, no deadlines, of course, no blogging or Instagram. Total freedom of being. A cabin on a small island; a beach or a mountain; a fireplace and white lace curtains dancing with the soft breeze. No watch, no time, just flowing as the sun and the moon. Lots of journals and books. A garden with fresh vegetables and fruits. A cat as a companion, a golden one, to brighten up the cabin.   

Wishing a wonderful new year to you!

E.