Last Day of Haiku Writing Course!

Loss of Hope
How can we bear it
Feel the pain of hearts breaking
One moment longer

Surprise Blessing
The money ran out
A job found its way to me
Miracles are real

Rituals (Meditation)
Breathe in slow, slower
Focus on relaxation
Let everything go

“Look down,” said a Voice
Eyes spy a four-leaf clover
Peeking through the grass

Where do they come from
These beautiful melodies
Playing my fingers


Haikus: Theme of Beauty

Beauty of Children:

Pure, open wonder
A child sees love in all things
I wish I could, too

Beauty of Earth: [Ireland]

Ancient stones speak truth
The secrets of our forebears
Revealed in bedrock

Beauty of Light: [Diamonds]

Facets sparkle bright
Radiant colors of light
Penetrate us all

Beauty of Bliss: [Creative work]

I move, You respond
Together we make something
Never made before

Beauty of Birds: [Eagles]

High above the fray
Freedom flies over the clouds
Perfect vision reigns


And more haikus!

[In search of peace]

His tread raced my blood
Rage and fright imprisoned me
How can I escape?


Finger trap clutches
Wolf severs paw to get free
Why is that a crime?

[Grace in nature]

Breeze caresses me
Whispers gently in my ear
You are always loved

[Acceptance of loss]

Mementos of love
All forgotten memories
Return to soothe me

[Physical comfort/peace]

Smelling salts revive
Rhythmic waves swallow me whole
Imbibing my tears



Each was a response to a writing prompt.

Feeling Threatened
Safe within her shell
Force is not the code to crack
Freedom is the key

Pursuit of a Dream
Her brined locks fly free
Gulls soar on wings of delight
They dance with the sea

Childhood Joy
Piano arrives
Heart and soul embrace in love
Best birthday ever

Unshielded putty
Might shatter into pieces
Do it anyway

What will happen if
Someone sticks a pin in it
And my bubble bursts?

A Walk in the Wood

I am taking a Carl Jung course that is exploring the Unconscious through writing, image-making, myths, dreams, storytelling, and the natural world. One of the exercises for this week’s class was to write a fairytale, using symbols and archetypes, to describe a feeling of “being stuck.” This free-write today was a fun ride that unfolded with ease. For me, there is nothing better than playing with imagination! To my surprise, this story was reassuring and helps me accept the inevitable discomfort of being stuck at times in life with no clue how to proceed. Something or someone always comes to the rescue:

A Walk in the Wood

Once upon a time there was a young maiden walking alone in a dark wood. The sun had set long ago. The only illumination was a starlit sky. She was grateful for the glittering constellations. They offered a sense of safety in this unfamiliar place.

But the maiden struggled to see. The path beneath her feet was untrodden, uncharted. Rocks, roots, and other obstacles were detected only when stumbled upon. She was cautious to place one bare foot on the rutted earth to find stability, before carefully stepping the other foot. In this manner, she trekked for some time. Darkness remained, but the maiden’s walking became less tentative. She discovered it was possible, after all, to walk without light.

Still, she yearned to see where she was going.

After a while, the maiden succumbed to fatigue and sat down, resting her back against an ancient tree, whose gnarled roots offered a natural seat and footrest. Dozing, in a reverie of sorts, a flash of light snapped her into full alertness. A brilliant ball had descended from the night sky.

As the maiden gaped in wonderment, the star sparkled and said: Hello. I am here to help you the rest of the way. Your journey has been a long one. You have been valiant in your going. I will guide you now. Do not fear. My name is Lulabel, and I come from another galaxy solely to assist you. Come, let us go. You have had your rest.

As promised, Lulabel brightened the forest floor. No match for the sun’s radiance, but the maiden could see with ease where to place her feet. Time passed swiftly, and before long a clearing appeared. Through an opening in the trees, a glowing sunrise emerged, the dawning of a new day. The maiden’s eyes blinked wider, as they caught the flash of Lulabel disappearing, returning to her constellation in the heavens.

Knowing our maiden had arrived at her destination, Lulabel’s work was done. She smiled and whispered softly to the cosmos: All is well now. All is well.



Today’s lesson focused on aspects of self-compassion:

Oblivion now!
Shutter the glaring spotlight
Leave me in the dark.

Rest comes at nighttime
The day no longer matters
Sweet dreams lie ahead

Sandpaper chafes eyes
Unrelenting thoughts harass
Fairy dust, I beg!

Blown about by winds
Someone else’s storm thrashes
Grasping for a cloud

Arms and heart stretched wide
All I wanted was to be
You turned off the light


Haikus 10/10/2022

A difficult situation:
The curtain rises
Melody enthralls my soul
A song no one hears
A frustrating challenge:
You cannot be you
Dagger splits the heart in two
Tail between my legs
Limiting belief:
Why can't this be mine?
Stay buried in the dung heap
Silence is golden
A mystery:
Omnipresent Sun
Surely penetrates my heart
Burns away the dross
Something ineffable:
The bucket plunges
Dark, cool water caresses
Filling me with Grace

Ireland. There’s No Place Like Home.

This morning’s exercise was to write about a place I love. I visited Ireland for the first time in the winter of 1978. I was forever changed by that introduction to my ancestral home.

I felt “it” the moment I debarked Aer Lingus. It was not a physical sensation but an inexplicable knowing. A soft internal whisper: This is home. You belong here.

These silent words hummed throughout my four-week visit to the lush and barren island. Ancient ruins and stone monoliths were a landscape of ancestral tethers. Turbulent, thrashing weather creaked my bones until the sun emerged to radiate its warmth, and the sky grinned its upside-down multicolored smile from ear to ear.

So many magical memories. The feral cry reverberating in the Fairy’s Glade near Blarney Castle. That eerie vision of a wooden ship sailing away from the Cobh coast toward the misty horizon of hope and freedom. Singalongs in the Dublin pub accompanied by my first taste of good beer. Invisible fairies impishly vying for my attention, insisting I acknowledge their playful antics.

I was enraptured, enthralled, utterly in love, and forever changed by the lure of these family trees and Celtic culture.

The whisper echoes still: There’s no place like home.


Writing Haikus

So, I signed up for a new writing course that focuses on using Haiku to express feelings. A haiku has 3 lines of 17 syllables: 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables. I didn’t spend a lot of time overthinking these. I had 5 different themes to write about. This is what came this morning.

Molecules collide
The teapot blows its lid off
Spews volcanic ash
Breath gasps, what is this?
Peering into the abyss
The pupa transforms
The dark noose tightens
Eagle wings cannot fly free
Mummified remains
Acids permeate the pit
Regurging its bile
Decay guaranteed
Buds unfold their radiance
Life is beautiful