Jan 1, 2014
New year, new goals, strive.
Contemplate the positive.
Only looking forth.
Jan 2
White, calm, quiet, still.
Chickadees sing "chick-a-dee".
Montana Winter.
Jan 3
Roaring through the trees
Uncertain what it heralds
Wind awakens me
Jan 4
1985
Contractions, birth, joy, daughter!
My Chickie-doodle!
Jan 5
Cold, wind, snow, long johns.
Not a cold front any more.
A POLAR VORTEX!
Jan 6
Tails wag, licking tongues.
Awake with energy, romp!
A canine morning.
Jan 7
Lovely drive, sunshine.
Friends, create, inspiration.
A welcome reprieve.
Jan 8
Brrr! It's cold, prepared?
Freezing temps in all fifty.
Montana chuckles!
Jan 9
Sleep was not for me.
Besides being very warm,
Snore, snore, snore, snore, snore.
Jan 10
Don't take for granted
Love today, you do not know
What tomorrow holds
Jan 11
Strive to do your best
Each day brings challenges new
Good, bad, persevere!
Jan 12
Endeavor to be
the admirable you see
in those who inspire
Jan 13
Caught in what if's, why's,
I forgot to live today.
No more excuses.
Jan 14
No thinking today
Cannot do this Haiku thing
My head is pounding
Jan 15
Quiet, coffee, still.
No light over the mountains.
Winter mornings lag.
Jan 16
Cold, wolf, whirling wind,
Stay inside, freezing, winter.
Full moon names this month!
Big cold, quiet, ice.
These are names of the full moon.
Stay inside, cooking!
Jan 17
Life is fragile, short.
Don't be afraid to say it.
"I love you" today.
Friday, January 10, 2014
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Haiku
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.
Juliana's
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!
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.
Juliana's
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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