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Monday, November 23, 2015


Momma was the oldest of Grandad's second family.  After four sons, Grandad's first wife died during the birth of a baby girl who, also, died.  A few years later Grandad and Granny met, married and Momma was born a year later.  Two more boys were born and then the family was complete when Momma's baby sister was born.  These two sisters were bound to spend their lives closely entwined.

Holidays, vacations and weekends were spent together even as their families grew from children to grandchildren to great and even great-great-grandchildren.  Last year was our first Christmas without the sisters holding court over the affair.  Momma sat in lonely vigil occasionally noting to whomever was near, "I sure miss Opal."  Five weeks later Momma was again with her sister in the same graveyard.

The past few days have been a flurry of activities with my younger sister's family.  Her three children gathered at our son's home to have an early celebration of Thanksgiving.  Sister's oldest was in Austin for additional training for his job back in New Orleans.  Her youngest son lives in Austin while my family lives in a nearby suburb.  So Sis, husband, daughter, son in law and three grandchildren made the trek for an extended weekend of festivities.  Yesterday was the last of the activities with a full blown Thanksgiving dinner.

Ages ranged from 14 months to 14 years for the grandchildren.  The night before Sister's four year old redheaded granddaughter convinced the big guys to play duck duck goose goose on our grandsons' trampoline.  Sister's six year old grandson and our nine year old grandson spent hours playing video games, dressing as super heroes and just being boys together.  My three older grandsons alternated between watching football with the 'grown-ups' to video games with the younger ones. 

There was  more duck-duck, goose-goose games with the blue eyed redhead charmer.  The 14 month old boy just kept us all on our toes as he is an adventurer!  Our 15 yr old granddaughter was not available as she was at a soccer tournament about a 100 miles away.  DJ the 8 month old boxer pup even got in on all the action creating chaos like knocking a half eaten cherry pie to the floor ; )

Following yesterday's meal Sis and I settled next to each other at the kitchen table.  I noticed we both had smiles on our faces as we watched our husbands, children and grandchildren interacting together.  Slowly I realized we were now the sisters holding watch over the families.  I brought this to her attention and we both teared up at the thought.  And then we smiled as we realized the legacy of love lives on into the next generations.

Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.

Momma and Aunt Opal enjoying watching Santa call out the names from the 'good' list for presents.

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Saturday, November 21, 2015

distillation in Black Lake

Carpe Diem #863 Black Lake (Khar Us)

Today's challenge is to condense the following into a haiku:

Looking at mountains, I feel I am a mountain.
Looking at mist and haze, I feel I am a cloud.
After the rain has fallen, I feel that I am grass, and
When sparrows start to sing, I remember I am morning.

       I am not a human, that’s for sure.
When stars flare up, I feel I am the darkness
When girls shed their clothes, I remember I am spring
When I smell the desire of everybody in this world,
I realize how my quiet heart is a fish’s.
       I am not a human, that’s for sure.
Under the colorful sky, an immense EMPTINESS
Starting from today I am only… 
composer:  Mongolian poet, L. Olziitogs

reaching up
stretching my leafy fingers
reclaiming my earth

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 



Carpe Diem #862 Vistas

distant eagle calls
mountain valley mushrooms
felt lined gers

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 


Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Sacred Stones

Carpe Diem #861 Sacred Stones (Ovoo)

A lover of stones, the stuff of creation, she marvels at the stone's individual character. Some smoothed by ancient glaciers, other still jagged from eruptions or landslides.  All stacked ...

along life's travels

©  petra domina (the rock lady)

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

above - below

Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #19 as is above; as below

an angle of geese
snuggling under the warmth
goose down comfort

©  petra domina 
This is an attempt to write a haiku that "the first line and the third line exhibit a connectedness or a completeness.  Hmmm.  Not sure if I did it so let's look at what the masters have written.

the horse's head bowed
straight down

© Jane Reichhold

snow on snow
this night in December
a full moon 

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Basho was staying with the rice merchant Tokoku in Nagoya, two members of the renga group had a grave difference of opinion. Basho, as acknowledged leader, was in charge of easing the tension. The message seems to be that radiance is everywhere. In my opinion a "real" case of "as is above; as below".

steel blue night
the old pond ripples in the breeze
mirrored full moon

© Chèvrefeuille

colored leaves
struggling with the wind
dance through the street

© Chèvrefeuille
Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 


in the darkest hour

Carpe Diem Special #182 Ese's third "in the darkest hour "

in the darkest hour
wishing upon the morning star
just like years ago

© Ese of Ese’s Voice

Ese's haiku was inspired by this haiku by Kala Ramesh.

morning prayers
the rising sun between
my hands

© Kala Ramesh

a veil of prayer
rises before morning light
tearful .. praise

©  petra domina 

Grey haired lady has spent the last several years caring for her first born son.  First it was simply sharing a home with him pulling part of the load.  Eventually lifestyle choices caught up with him and sickness ensued.  Hospitalized on and off for weeks at a time he is rushed to ICU.  Told twice he probably would not make it.  Today she was told he has been approved for transplants.  Tomorrow he will be med-evacted over 200 miles to the transplant center. He will be in ICU to wait for a donor.  She will follow in a few days, sitting in vigil for someone else's loss.

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 


cosmic order

Carpe Diem #860 Cosmic Order

Full inspiration post is available here.

one with the Cosmos
a nature loving family
of haiku poets

© Chèvrefeuille

the cry of an eagle
resonates through the Altai Mountains
like a prayer

© Chèvrefeuille

Credits: Festival of the Golden Eagle (Altai Mountains)

circle of life
seasons come and go ... always
the Cosmos leads us

© Chèvrefeuille

deep silence
I bow my head in adoration
snowflakes fall

© Chèvrefeuille

The creator and host of our poetry family has once again set a high mark in the previous beauties.  To be so immersed in nature as to be one with the cosmos is reflected in Chèvrefeuille's poetry.  It can be a challenge to be connected to nature living in a small city in an apartment complex.  The physics of the cosmos are needed to hold buildings together.  The bed of an ancient sea is the foundation of the building.  Limestone made of the skeletal remains of the marine life in those long ago seas.  The same limestone that covers the exteriors of century old buildings as well as the modern homes.  Ancient fishes protecting and upholding our families.

in the shallows
a future


      in the shallows
      the elk trumpets his passion
      eagle takes flight

      a future
      island erupts

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on