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Monday, September 1, 2014

by Kiitau

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For this episode Kristjaan Panneman chose a haiku by Kiitau, a not so well-known haiku-poet, who has written just one haiku as far as know to Kristjaan.

botan saite atari ni hana no naki gotoshi

when the peonies bloomed,
it seemed as though there were
no flowers around them

© Kiitau 

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When reading the above haiku Kristjaan saw the face of a geisha in a peony .  He takes us through his process of creating this so perfect haiku:

Ah! the beauty of nature -
geisha, peonies in her hair,
playing the Shakuhachi

© Chèvrefeuille


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rolled in a strange bud 
unfolding from womb protection
all eyes on new life

©  Janice Adcock

http://peonysenvy.com/art/bloom/

all eyes on new life
petal lips caress the new
center of the cosmos

©  Janice Adcock

As a mother I remembered how everything else disappeared when holding my beautiful son the first time ..... That has not really changed.  As I saw my first grandson immediately after his birth, I stood with tears of joy flowing down my face.  Tears like raindrops on the petals and buds of Grandma's peonies in my back yard.  All three precious grandsons bring such joy.  Let me be in a conversation with them or watching them play sports and nothing else exists.  Do not even try to talk to me as I will not hear.  For at that moment that child/man is the center of the universe for me.

©  Janice Adcock

photos from peonyenvy.com, poems and prose as attributed.

Labor Day Weekend

I know it is still 20 days until the change into fall but the seasons have changed in our life.  Our life does not follow the seasons of the sun but rather the grandsons. Fall sports season is upon us now.  No more swim meets nor vacations.  School began last Tuesday for the grandsons.  Our nephew began classes for his final semester at UT.  Sister and BIL were in for the first Longhorn game and have remained through the weekend.

Saturday and Sunday were begun with 9:30 soccer games for Middle.  Saturday had a second game at 2:00 PM.  Surely felt good to get home and shower after that game!  While breezes and shade help it is still hot here in central Texas.  Lake levels are receding at about 2 inches per day.   Really needing wide spread rain down here.  Grasses on the soccer fields are barely green while the surrounding areas are dead brown.  We attempt to do our part by taking 'navy showers'.  Wet down, turn water off, scrub with soapy scrunchy, shampoo then turn water back on and rinse.  My bit for the water shortage.  But I digress.

Sunday morning the temperature and breeze were pleasant for the game.  Sis and BIL came with us to the game and experienced their first time on a Jeep ride sans doors and windows.  Afterwards it was to the Memorial Cafe in Georgetown for brunch with the crew.  There was a wait but with the air conditioned fresh produce market, samples of various products, chairs, large round tables and games made it a fun wait.  And then the food was tasty as usual.  Two grandsons ordered the huge cinnamon rolls. Those two are the ones that request 'Grandma's cinnamon rolls' on occasions like birthdays.  Both noted that Grandma needs to teach them (the cafe) how to:  make the icing says Oldest;  how to cook says Youngest!  Okay, that made my week.

We returned Sis and BIL to their hotel which is across the street from our apartment.  After some quite time they came over to just sit and visit.  We discussed everything from smoking meats to how to handle the graduation logistics in December.  All this was surrounded by the familiarity of being with one's siblings.  Only a word or two to recall funny or sad happenings.  The joy of creating new memories and family connections at this stage of life.  The day was rounded out by joining Sis's youngest and his friends for Dinner on Dad.  Then goodbyes were said knowing we would again be seeing each other so much sooner than in years past.

Today is September One, Twenty Fourteen, Labor Day.  In three days Husband will have his 74th birthday.  This is the 49th time we have celebrated that day together.  We have watched each other go from barely young adults to wrinkled senior citizens.  I was 19 when we met, he was 25.  I was a redhead, he had a pompadour.  Now grey and bald we prepare to celebrate the beginning of another year of life for Husband.  He just received a text to join a young man and his wife for a pint to celebrate another year!

Two years ago Husband was in the hospital with blood clots in his lungs, again.  That was five years after the near fatal lung infarction.  So every year we celebrate his birthday near Labor Day Weekend is a gift.  A gift from people committed to health care, from a Creator that put in place systems that can be learned and a gift of miracles.  I call him my Lazarus, pulled from the grips of death.  Able to high five grandsons at sporting events, able to drive his Jeep without doors and windows, able to have a pint with friends.  Able to rest on Labor Day.

Thanks for taking time out of your day to stop by for a visit.  Know I think of my friends and family daily.
Blessings all.
©  Janice Adcock

Go Lonestars!







Saturday, August 30, 2014

Beggers


........our prompt for today, beggar, which is based on the following 'verse' by Khalil:

[...] "We are all beggars at the gate of the temple, and each one of us receives his share of the bounty of the King when he enters the temple, and when he goes out. But we are all jealous of one another, which is another way of belittling the King". [...]

the beggar!
he has Heaven and Earth,
for his summer clothes

© Kikaku

at the temple gate
I bow in front of beggars
honoring their spirit

© Chèvrefeuille

beggar's bowl,
chased by the autumn wind,
enters the temple

© Chèvrefeuille


While mediating on the above inspirations I thought of the story of Ruth and Naomi.  Ruth gleaned in the fields of Boaz, a relative.  Later he would become her husband.  As I read about the history of and types of food left for gleaners the articles moved to the current day activities. One of the suggested readings was dumpster diving, not exactly my idea of the meaning of commands to leave portions of crops for gleaners.  Somewhere in all of the chatter about welfare states it seems the dignity of the human is lost..... But we are all jealous of one another, which is another way of belittling the King". [...] (Khalil)

Jean-François Millet



gleaners hand searches
fruit missed by the harvester
full tummy tonight
©  Janice Adcock




http://www.rogerebert.com/far-flung-correspondents/im-with-the-gleaners






unseen unwanted
desperate eyes seeking help
mirrors reflection

©  Janice Adcock



autumn's last show

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #48,
Suzanne's "autumn's last show"


in the pond
reflected trees and drifting leaves
- autumn's last show                              (Suzanne)

colorful leaves dancing
accompanied by the first snow                (Chèvrefeuille)


layered leaves a blanket make
earths refuge from winter chill
©  Janice Adcock


Friday, August 29, 2014

Autumn

Carpe Diem Haiga Festival #3

"autumn"


©  Janice Adcock

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Harvest Dusk


Inspiration Haiku:
harvest dusk--
sitting in the wheelbarrow
with the potatoes

©  Jim Kacian



Sun baked corn stalks wait
Scythe laid aside in eve's tide
Jars of food cooling

Jars of food cooling
Bounty held for winter's meal
Hands folded in prayer

©  Janice Adcock


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Deep Silence



enshrouded silence
celestial body now touched
moon dust stirs beneath


Words and photos ©  Janice Adcock