I liken my life to a crazy quilt. You never know what size or color the next block will be, what print or fabric it will be made from or which stitch, ribbon or charm it will be adorned with.

Welcome to my crazy-quilt life. Hopefully my blog is a reflection of that & me!

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Wednesday, January 1, 2014


I've been having fun doing haiku lately. Part of the "Do something for me" thing!
I really enjoy it for many reasons. I want to keep track of them, so I will do it here.

Dec. 23

Expectations peak.
Tempers flare and nerves spread thin.
Over in a flash.

A wise woman, who is my elder and a new sage spirit in my life, suggested I do a haiku every morning to get and keep the brain moving. It really does!
Sunday Morning Haiku

Sabbath morning wakes.
Sunday is serenity.
Calm, quiet, coffee.

Winter Solstice

Longest night, dark, snow.
Solstice comes, soul and soil rest.
Sunlight beckons still.

Dec 24

Howling wind of dark
No silent night to usher
Christmas Eve morning

Dec 25 Haiku

Parents sleepyheads
Kids bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
Welcome Christmas morn.

Dec. 26

Wads of wrapping, bows.
Leftovers stacked in the fridge.
Cleanup is sluggish.

When talking about friends and friendship, this was my response to a woman who, IMO, was putting too much thought into friendships:
I am a total wing nut. I wing it! I wing everything. Come as it may and deal with it all later, just like the shit piles in the coop and barn. It's truly gold, you know. It only looks like crap. Under it all there's so much life and possibility. You just have to sift through it after it sits and composts a bit. There's a little work involved in shoveling and composting, but the end result is really worth the effort.

Dec 27
Kids back on the road.
Foggy carbohydrate brain.
Routine beckons me.

On the road again.
Time flies when your having fun.
See you soon momma!!

Dec 28
Howling through the trees
Loud, nerves on edge, uneasy.
Branches dancing, wind.

Dec 29

Crisp, cold, hoar frost shines.
Serenity Sunday wakes.
Toasty fire, coffee!

Dec 30
Monday's here dragging.
Back to the grind with duress.
Hump Day Holiday!

Dec 31

Pause, reflect, farewells.
Father Time heartens let go.
Bid '13 adieu!

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