Though it’s not yet dawn
The neighbor’s dog is howling
Life in the suburbs
Tag: life
So, It’s Now Friday
Time drifting forwards
Relentlessness it’s main thing
It will always win
A Kona Haiku
Now the evening’s here
Waves raucous in the darkness
Such power calms me
I’m Awaiting Dawn: Today’s Haiku
This morning’s haiku is connected to waking up too dang early. I’m awaiting my pending alarm.
Can we remove fear’s power over us?
Fears easily win
When I lose faith that there is
A pathway forward
It seems that the quickest path to despair is giving up on finding a way forwards. That there are solutions to problems. Perhaps even that there’s any sort of solution. Sometimes, it’s easy to get so enmeshed into the details any problem that even obvious solutions become elusive.
It’s critical that we challenge that mindset. That we refuse to believe in that self-talk. We’d just believe in growth, in learning, in the path forward through the darkness.
I find reminding myself that other folks have gotten through similar challenges helps greatly. Knowing I’m not alone gives me peace, which feeds my strength.
A Video Recommendation: Anything Worthwhile Takes Time
As I’m want to do, and have received a modicum of fame for, let me start with a haiku:
Such a simple phrase:
“Anything Worthwhile Takes Time”
Not the common view
I’ve long followed Ms. Millman: somewhere around 7-8 years. A long time. And, considering the modern view of time, a VERY long time. Lot’s changed over that time. Especially me. As I keep moving forward, keep learning, keep trying to be better, I become better.
They grow up so fast
​My phone buzzes
A beautiful woman
Who I remember
In diapers
I feel joy
At the blessing
Of my simple
Witness
My Writer’s Brain, Awake In The Dark
​I want to sleep
I want to write
I want these two
To align in
Daylight
Cling to Hope
Fear is powerful
Yet only hope can transform
Cling strongly to that
It’s hard, at times, to fnd the light in the dark. Seek it out, nurture it. It is there, and will grow stronger.
May 24, 2918
​May 24, 2918
What will that day like?
Beyond my imagining
So far forward
Where my name
Will have faded
Into the realm of dreams
This notion brought about
By my misplaced fingers
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 