Category: Writing

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.

Book review :: Fairies, Myths, & Magic II

I downloaded this book last night! I read it in one sitting. I couldn’t put it down!

Lots of wonderful short stories about winter magic. It contains explanations for many Celtic terms, such as Yule, Solstice …, and the meaning of winter decorations we add to our house. And it has recipes! I can’t wait to try some of them.

And of course, being Colleen’s book it has to have poetry. Many beautiful poems in there, and the illustrations are lovely.

The poem below is an example of all the goodness you will find in this book.

Colleen Chesebro

time

i’m here this morning pondering about something my son said yesterday. we were talking about how 2022 is almost ending, December is starting and we haven’t done many planned things for this year. He said to me:

“don’t worry, time is linear. months, years all these are created by men, time isn’t something that starts and ends, it’s constantly going on and on. we only realize the changes of the seasons because we live in Canada, if we were at the Equator, where is 30 C year-round, the seasons wouldn’t make a difference.”

wow! without expecting i received a wonderful lesson yesterday. according to him months and years created by man are nonsensical. His thoughts have only strengthened my point of view that what matters is the moment, being here and now.

anyways, habits are difficult to change, so i’m wishing a happy new month to you!

joining Moonwashed weekly prompt – nonsensical

The gray scarf

https://pixabay.com/images/search/red%20shoes/

Gray tones, the closet is loaded

no feelings and expression in there

only a uniform for blending and never being seeing

between red, green, yellow, and pink

the gray scarf shall be chosen

blending, unseeing

red shoes, heels and lust
the hidden shine of the past
it will be revealed

The gray scarf is the Theme Prompt for Tanka Tuesday this week.