A tradition renewed
Every year it is the same
And it’s different
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A Sunday Seattle Morning
Just out my window
Watching this December rain
I finish my tea
I woke early this morning fighting a migraine. The daggers in my skull have been dulled, but the mental fog and inability to focus remain. The grey, rainy skies seem to fit perfectly with my state of being.
This Seattle Morn
Sunlight on the clouds
Silence dominates the air
The firs are aglow
In this night’s quiet
Siren’s call carries quite far
Winter’s night prayer
Sound carries far on the cold, late autumn night.
A Week’s Movement
A week; a moment
Blur of daylight into night
Flows into winter
In this world that values busyness, it’s hard to focus. Mindfulness consumed by the God of more, of efficiencies. It’s easy to lose sight of what’s important and end up losing far too much time focused on the wrong things. When our actions don’t build towards something greater, we lose so very much.
Tonight’s Haiku: The Movement Of Seasons
My dreams keep moving
In an arc around the sky
Autumn’s now winter
Moments of Clarity: This Evening’s Haiku
While I look skyward
Moments of clarity shine
This cold autumn sky
Beauty in the Night: Today’s Haiku
Nighttime had fallen
The beauty in the darkness
Lights shining brightly
I wish each of you a peaceful and restful night. My the bright spots shining in the night inspire you, and warm your hearts.
Today’s Friday Focus HaikuÂ
I will resist fear
And all that’s holding me back
Embrace my future
