unusual encounter (haibun)

Last year a few days before Christmas something inexplicable happened. It had been only a few weeks since her mother passed; suddenly, the coffee maker turned on by itself in the middle of the night. She sat straight on the antique wooden chair in the kitchen,  and then, she felt cold air approaching her. She closed her eyes, willing herself to remain as still as possible and that is when she felt a wave of love pass through her whole being. Never had she experienced such a feeling.

mystical meeting
mother’s love touched her soul
swathed in downy peace

© Tournesol ’15/12/23

Carpe Diem: Seven days before Christmas #5 Peace

9 thoughts on “unusual encounter (haibun)”

    1. Yes, well we both love coffee. Have not had that visit in so long. My dad does sometimes (it reeks stale cigarette smoke). For years I complained to my landlord of the smell coming from upstairs into my bedroom closet. My sister told me when our mom passed that our father leaves his scent at her place too. Who knew? 🙂

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