Category Archives: Narratives

mile high ride (haibun)

Sitting in the back of the plane, they held tight during take off. As soon as the light went on to unbuckle the seat-belt, they both lit up their Mark Ten cigarettes. It was 1977 and people could still smoke in the back rows of a plane in those days.

It was their first trip overseas. Heck, it was their first time in a plane. They had booked a tour of England, Scotland and Wales for two weeks. The wife’s ulterior motive was to conceive their first child in the UK, the birthplace of her paternal grandparents.

After a few hours, the plane felt like it was going over pot holes on Quebec roads. The couple were scared and did not realize that turbulence can do that but does not mean there was any danger. The woman seated next to them on the aisle tried to reassure the couple who looked out the window with doe eyes. One could not mistake it was their very trip in the air.

By the time they arrived at Heathrow Airport, they were so relieved they had landed! They still had to take the train into London, then a taxi to their hotel. They were staying at the Green Park Hotel just across the park that brings you to Buckingham Palace. But they didn’t know that yet.

They looked like typical tourists walking on the streets of London, hesitating crossing the the street, not knowing which side to look in their matching bright yellow and green hoodies.

Cotton candy ride
Bumper cars, roller-coasters
Crossing overseas

© Tournesol ‘18/09/06

Daily moments – finally writing

I have not been writing for quite some time.   I find it more difficult writing on my iPad even if I purchased a few keyboards.  It is just not the same as a laptop. I wanted to purchase a Mac Air but I have spent so much lately. My trip to Mexico for my son’s wedding, clothes and wedding gift…so I thought since my 8 yr old laptop died, I just wanted a very light weight and inexpensive, so I bought a Chromebook Asus. Perfect…hardly any memory at the price I paid but I don’t need any since I save everything on my cloud . 

I am quite pleased with this purchase among many other clothing purchases I have made all ON SALE! My mother educated me well on sales [chuckles]  I could not help but think of her especially when I was shopping at Taylors which was one of her favourite stores. There are only 5 in Quebec…four on the South Shore and one in Granby, in the Eastern Townships.  I went across the street to the Mall to get one dress for the brief wedding ceremony performed at Fort Chambly outside by a Notary because the legal marriage cannot be done in Mexico. It was just the immediate family and so lovey at the Fort on a glorious sunny day and the pictures of the rapids made it even more special.  My children were raised in Chambly so it made it even more special they they chose this spot. 

So back to my shopping. I went downtown in Montreal two weeks ago and found some tops and pants but I was not really impressed.  I knew there were a few items at Taylors I wanted but found it too expensive. Already one dress was above my usual spending budget.  Anyway I decided to go the first Taylors that is in Saint Lambert. Little did I know that the summer sales had begun!!! So I purchased two outfits and one is definitely the dress I will be wearing at the wedding ceremony in Mexico, 

This heat has not been easy this past week though. In fact, our offices’ AC was not functioning properly and working at 30C is not easy especially since we work on a crisis line…comfort is certainly appreciated.  Even more appreciated was that the supervisors understood and management shut down the offices in Montreal for two days so our other centres had to pick up the slack. I felt bad for them though. 

Today I woke up nauseous from a migraine and fighting a head cold. It took a few hours before the migraine meds kicked in and I walked to the drug store to pick up some things for my trip.  I sure hope I don’t have a problem with the food…I know, I know, I heard not to drink the water and peel fruits before eating.  I had food poisoning three weeks and my tummy is still sensitive. All my meals have been based on white rice or quinoa.  Good think I love rice! 

I played around with my laptop when I got back to download a few apps and the time just flew. By nine o’clock, I finally had sup’, which was my first meal of the day.  (I don’t eat much when I have a headache).   I do prefer eating later though, so I don’t much all evening…well, not as much.[she chuckles at her own joke!] 

And that is what I have to say in one stream of consciousness for this week’s prompt at Linda Hill’s Saturday’s Stream of Consciousness which is “sup”.   

© Cheryl-Lynn ‘18/07/07 

Written for Linda Hill’s Saturday Stream of Conciousness 

 

Dear Emma, May 21/18 ( haibun)

(c) clr’18

Dear Emma,

I finally got off my fanny and went out to do a few errands today. After three days of resting, icing several parts of my body, it was time to move or else it will be worse for me. I found 5 fun exercises to strengthen my calves, knees and thighs. I did a few today but have to check that video since I don’t know them by heart yet.

I walked to my pharmacie first but when I approached and noticed not ONE car in the parking lot, I realized that it is a holiday today. But of course [she slips her forehead with her hand] it is la Fete des Patriotes or for outside of Quebec it is May 24 or Victoria weekend. Regardless on what you want to call it, it is the first long weekend where many people drive out to cottage country. Some go camping and I remember in Toronto there were amazing fireworks but there are none here in Quebec. Since Quebec changed the name of the holiday to Patriots Day, you would think they could celebrate that at least…but what do I know.

I decided to walk over to Super C which is a much cheaper grocery store than Metro and picked up more than a few things since they are finally getting a good selection of organic food as well as gluten free products as about 30% cheaper than Metro. So I will walk that extra 1 km for sure now. I had to stop piling things in my basket figuring. How much would fit in my 2 bags and backpack.

Walking a bit slower back, I stopped in front of Mikes Restaurant thinking they would be closing soon as in the winter they often closed at 8pm due to lack of customers. Well, to my delight it is busy and so here I am typing a little message to Emma, sipping my Belgian Moon and waiting for my seafood poutine! Okay, so it is not too healthy but it IS gluten free [she chuckles to herself].

Tomorrow I have an appointment with my podiatrist for my achy toe and feet, then off downtown Montreal to my first appointment with a new chiropractor. I am told she has a holistic approach and I am praying she can treat me for my knees and perhaps my shoulders and neck too. Anything is better than what my GP is doing …which is nothing.

Gotta go now and finish my savoury dinner. Thanks for listening, Emma

twilight dinner
savouring seafood delights
sipping Belgian Moon

(c) Tournesol’ ‘18/05/21

P S for you newbies who do not know who Emma is, she is my personal journal I have been writing to for the past five years on another blog.

A girl called gift (troibun)

This photo challenge inspired this story…from MindLoveMiserysMenagerie at Sunday Writing

Life was intolerable. Little One could no longer let this happen to her. This was the last time she would sit still while being violated; she did not cry herself to sleep tonight like most nights. Instead, she sang a chant the old lady in the village taught her. The Elder told her as she knitted on her porch,”These words bring home justice…always, If you chant this chant 10,000 times in a row without interruption.” The old lady gave her turquoise mala beads, “Here, these beads will ensure your safety if you chant as I have instructed.” She held her gift preciously all the way home.

Little One took the beads from under her pillow and began chanting. She pulled the curtain beside her bed to let in the light of the full moon. The universe kept her up all night…by sunrise, she was chanting her last set. It was quiet. The house would not come alive for another hour. She had time…

Her backpack had all her necessities had been packed for months, hidden under her bed. She dressed quickly and slipped out the back door and made her way to her secret place by a pond in the woods behind her house.

Sitting by the pond
Heart filled with hope
A lotus blossoms

Sitting by the pond
Birds chirp happily
Morning songs

Heart filled with hope
Frog sits on a lily pad
At peace

A lotus blossoms
Exhales equanimity
Touched by an angel

©Tournesol’18-01-30

Getting to know you and me…

A friend of mine posted these questions on her facebook page.  To answer I thought it would be nice to post here and invite anyone in the blogging community to participate…skip some if it feels too personal.

 

 

  1. Favourite smell? A newborn’s skin,  home baked bread and leather
  2. Last time you cried? Two nights ago

  3. Favourite Pizza? Mushroom

  4. Favourite flower? Daisies

  5. Favourite animal? Not fair because it’s equal…cat and dog

  6. Did you go to college? Yes, university

  7. Untie your shoes when taking them off?  Sometimes

  8. Roller coaster? Definitely NOT

  9. Favourite ice cream? Laura Secord chocolate chip

  10. Shorts or jeans? Jeans

  11. What are you listening to? Lady in Satin, Billie HolidaY

13) What Christmas cds are you listening to this year?  Aretha Franklin – Silent Night

  1. Tattoos? Not yet
  • Hair colour ? Silver\blonde

  • Eye Colour? Blue

  • Favourite food to eat?  Langoustine and rice

  • Favourite holiday? Easter

  • Beer or Wine? Organic beer

  • Night owl or morning? Night owl

  • Favourite day of the week? Sunday and it is also the day I was born in my Grandmother’s bed

  • Do you have a nickname? Cher, Lynn and my grandmother called me “La Grand Jaune”

  • Favourite season? Spring because I was born in March…a rebirth every year

  • Favourite place to get away? California

  • Missing someone? My mom (especially this time of year)

  • Dream vacation? Southern India, Southern Ireland, Australia and Brazil

  • What would you do if you won the lottery? Buy a house for both my adult children, set aside a trust fund for my grandson when he turns 25 or if he goes to college; buy a studio condo in Montreal, a cottage in Easter Townships and studio in southern India (Kerala) and another studio in California – Mendocino county.

  • Regrets? Yes, and have learned from them and I’ll probably come back to right them in another life

  • Middle name? Patricia

  • Go back to secondary school? Not really

  • Ocean or lake? Ocean

  • Who do you think will do This? Not sure but it is fun

  • Copy and paste into your status and change my answers if you are posting this in Facebook.

    parting notes (a cherita)

    ©Clrè17 by the river at Mom’s home

    (a cherita)

    a time to live, a time to love

    she lived with an open heart
    compassion her middle name

    turned the heads of many men
    touched the hearts of all ages
    then parted to eternal bliss

    ~

    shrill of the cicadas

    drawing one’s attention
    piercing and disturbing

    transforms to a lullaby
    one of nature’s wonders
    a call from the other side

    ©Tournesol’ 17/12/01

    June 22, 1926 – December 2, 2014

    Written for Tale Weaver 148 – Dust – at MindloveMiserysMenagerie

     

    solo journey (jisei)

    ©Cllr’17

    (troiku)

    trace of autumn
    wilting sunflower
    lingers

    trace of autumn
    season closing in
    darkness swells

    wilting sunflower
    falling to enrich
    tomorrow’s garden

    lingers
    fading sun dips
    to the other side

    (tanka)

    …on this muddy path
    rich with fallen leaves
    times remembered
    walking solo on this journey
    winter beckons

    ©Tournesol’17/11/30

    Writing a Jisei for Micro Poetry Month #30  and Heeding Haiku for Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie has asked us to write free style chossing one of these prompts: sunflowers; lotus; new dawn; angels; clouds; raindrops; full circle; Fibonacci spiral

    A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

    so many joys (haibun)

    Face Cheerful Laugh Woman Joy Mood Confetti Fun
    We are asked to write about what brings us Joy at Tale Weaver and MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

     

    There are too many joys to list in one sitting but here are a few mixed with haiku or tanka.

    ©Clr’17/11/27

    Sitting by the riverside, waiting for the sun to set

    willows weep with joy
    last sights of nature’s beauty
    sun dips below
    silent nestlings tucked in
    robin does her last round

    sunset
    dips beneath blue azure
    fluid hues of joy

    So many joys to share…moments in time linger in my memory.

    The first time you learn you are pregnant after years of trying. I remember not believing the pharmacist and asked him to write it down on the receipt to show my husband. My legs were shaking so much, and I could not stop laughing that I could not drive for a good fifteen minutes in the parking lot of the pharmacie.

    ©sheknows.com

    I remember the trials and tribulations of being a first time homeowner. One morning, my husband had to call the contractor for help when our basement was flooded because the sonpump did not function properly. I was in my own world because I felt my baby move in my tummy for the very first time.

    The first snowfall and hearing the crunch underfoot walking. Tasting snowflakes on my tongue when I am lying on my back making snow angles.

    The first time your child says, “Mummy”
    An adult child that say’s “I love you, Mom!”
    a grandchild asks, “I miss you, Nana.”
    a youth that suffers with most intense pain
    ends his call with, “You give me hope”

    sudden burst
    heart bathed in pure love
    tears of joy

    moments of delight
    yesteryear or yesterday – joys
    reborn with your smile

    Toddler walking barefoot in the grass for the first time, lifting his foot because it tickles.

    sun kissed skies
    dewdrops on soft white petals
    early dawn of joy

    Even at my age, sitting in a park alone, I am transported to another time…

    sitting on a park bench
    giggling children
    paints joy on lips

    sitting on a park bench
    swallows chirp
    telling stories

    giggling children
    skipping, running joyfully
    tag you’re it

    paints joy on lips
    brings new life
    spirit glows

    giggling children
    swallows telling stories
    paints joy on lips

    Awakened by tiny hands Christmas morning to see what surprise Santa has placed under the Christmas tree. Hearing the children talk among themselves, “But how did he know?!”

    The joy listening to carols echo in Latin at Midnight mass singing Ave Maria and Adeste Fideles

    ©Tournesol’17/11/27

    Adeste, fideles, laeti, triumphantes,
    Venite, venite in Bethlehem:
    Natum videte Regem Angelorum:
    Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
    Venite adoremus Dominum.
    En grege relicto, humiles ad cunas,
    vocatis pastores approperant.
    Et nos ovanti gradu festinemus.
    Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
    Venite adoremus Dominum.
    Aeterni Parentis splendorem aeternum,
    Velatum sub carne videbimus
    Deum Infantem, pannis involutum.
    Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
    Venite adoremus Dominum.
    Pro nobis egenum et foeno cubantem,
    Piis foveamus amplexibus:
    Sic nos amantem quis nos redamaret?
    Venite adoremus, venite adoremus
    Venite adoremus Dominum.