Category Archives: Daily moments

a new beginning (haiku) Daily Moments Nov. 13/20

 HAPPY DIWALI💕 – Happiship
 (c) https://happiship.home.blog/2019/10/27/happy-diwali%F0%9F%92%95/

  
 shaking in the quake
 uncertainty
 prayers interrupted
  
 obscurity reigns
 then -  rising from the darkness
 Amma’s smile
  
 sneering in her sleep
 monsters gaining speed
 Kali wins the fight
  
 fear turns into hope
 cruelty turns to compassion
 darkness turns to light
  
 © tournesol’ 2020-11-13
  
 Daily Moments   November 13  2020  New beginnings (Troiku )
Celebrating Diwali - festival of lights 

New sounds of silence (troiku)

New sounds of silence – Troiku – Daily Moments Oct 29/2020

😢
sitting in silence
Playing a game of Solitaire
Dropped the nine of Spades

Sitting in silence
Peering through the window
Folks with hidden frowns

Playing a game of Solitaire
All her hopes and fears
In one deck of cards

Dropped the nine of Spades
Far too many ghosts moaning
Breaking the silence

© tournesol’20

https://www.985fm.ca/nouvelles/sante/343640/chsld-sainte-croix-de-marieville-importante-eclosion-de-covid-19

https://cafeastrology.com/fortunetellingcards.html

 

Staying safe inside ~ troibun

Stats read 896 positive cases today! Families are cycling; couples are walking hand in hand; can’t see the smiles of solo walkers.

Sunny skies
Autumn breeze
summer’s hanging on

Sunny skies
Keep on taunting me
But I’m safe inside

Autumn breeze
Swaying branches
Wave at me

Summer’s hanging on
Knock knock knocking at my door
can’t catch me in here

© Tournesol ’20-09-27

the lotus (haibun)

(c) Clr’2020

I just love the story of how a lotus starts off.  Such a beautiful flower, appearing so delicate and yet it is so resilient.  This flower grows in ponds and lakes where water does not move much, hence it sprouts first under water in mud and murky water. Just as humans go through life facing loss, sadness, death, and dark moments, hopefully we become stronger and our mind is awakened, acquiring wisdom.  The lotus stems become stronger, forming a bud that pushes its way towards the light, above water and only then, free of dirt and mud, opens one petal at a time …just as humans open up to spiritual growth.  How fascinating!

In Buddhism the bud of the lotus represents potential. We have the potential to spiritual growth  and  awakening,  and enlightenment. As the lotus flower emerges from the water clean, this represents purity of body, speech, and mind…an awakened mind.

Lotus
Lotus – Wikipedia

 

murky waters breed
good and grueling times, and then
a lotus blossoms

© tournesol ‘2020-09-23

This haibun is honouring a dear friend and colleague who celebrates almost 3 decades helping youths through the most difficult times one could not imagine. Happy Anniversary, dear Lotus.

change ~ haibun ~ Daily Moments September 1 2020

(c)Clr’16

 

The grey haired lady walks her dog at the same time after eight this morning, one hand on the dog’s leash, the other leaning on her cane. I look across the street and the elderly couple are not up yet…the patio blinds are still shut…soon it will open and the couple will sit outside to smoke their morning cigarette with their cuppa.

It’s different today. At six I could hear so many cars and a few busses ride down our boulevard. At three in the afternoon I see a yellow school bus stop in front of my building. A teenager with a heavy backpack, still wearing his mask, walks alone to his condo. Within an hour, there are so many people walking their dogs…ah, yes, many are back in school and back working outside the home. No wonder everyone is out at the same time…I’d better not go out at this time…not yet.

It is life back to normal…or is it normal? I decide I will go out to mail a parcel tomorrow when there are less people I might bump into. Yes, I have an idea of the time slots where I may be free from wearing my ask outside walking to the pharmacy. I don’t mind wearing my mask outdoors as well as indoors but I have to walk so much slower when I wear it outside but if I must, I shall. Maybe during lunchtime I will walk to mail my parcel. Yeah, that’s a great idea. Fifteen minutes one way and fifteen to come back. Great idea!! it will be healthy for me since I am indoors so much listening to people in distress.

Now I wonder how my grandsons are feeling…what was their day like in high school? What was the bus ride like? Are all the children abiding by the rules? What is it like during their lunch hour…such a sad reality they must live.

My son is a teacher and today children are starting back to school for the first day; from kindergarten to grade six…only the Grade 5 and 6 have to wear masks. I wonder what that is like for the children…for the teachers. How are the parents preparing their children so they are not freaked out? Life is back to normal…yeah, right (shaking my head in dismay). What have I to complain about, sitting in the comfort of my home?

unremitting change
no need to feel discomfort
caterpillar waits

© tournesol ‘2020/09/01

Change (Troibun) Daily Moments August 1 2020


August always makes me feel like summer is over. Remember that feeling way back in the 1960’s when this time of month was much cooler than what we are experiencing now? Do you remember aro

und mid-August there seemed to have lots of winds and cloudy skies?
Sitting quietly, I allow my mind to drift to a time camping at Isle la Motte, Vermont. There were hardly any campers during the week and the people living in the area who had children my age were few. But there was this girl who was already a genuine teenager who hung around with me!. She was thirteen and she would bring me to the centre of the campground where there was a rotunda. Many youths hung out there when it rained and parents wanted some peace and quiet for a few hours.

The small campground was a bit like a huge family. All the children of all ages sort of got along like siblings and cousins; the parents sort of got along with each other until a few drank too much around the campfire around mid-summer but that never affected the children. No, we steered away from grown-ups as much as possible except for chores like lugging a five gallon container of water and doing the dishes. Boy that red plastic container was heavy! And I was only 11! We would take turns. Thankfully my sister would lug it most of the way…she was so strong!

I remember Tina trying to teach me the rock ‘n roll. She seemed to have two extra steps but, for some reason, it made it easier for me to do it “her” way. I now had something I could practice back home with my sister. She was already an amazing dancer. She must have it in her genes just like Mom and Dad.

Saturday nights the rotunda was lit up and if it was a clear night a wooden platform was set up next to it for people to dance. They played a lot of old fogies’ music like stuff that Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers would dance to. Haha! So teens and children either watched the adult, went to the beach with their friends or listened to Beatles records at their tent. Yes, we did have electricity.

I used to love hiding behind a tree and admire my parents dance. They actually DID look like those romantic musicals. My mom was not tall and she would just float on her tip toes never missing a step. That was probably the only time they both looked happy. Maybe that’s why I like to always remember those moments.

By mid-August we used to get the “back to school” blues. Don’t get me wrong now. I actually liked school and learning. Yeah, I was a bit of a geek…just a bit. But getting up early in the morning was the tough part. Actually, I dreaded going back to school that year because my sister was going into high school and I did not know if I would have many friends. There were some mean girls in the grade between my sister and me (she was two years older ) who were pretty jealous of her. My sister was kind to everyone and well, that make her very popular, I guess. I think some classmates were only nice to me because of my sister…now I dreaded going back to school and being alone to fend for myself. I did not like fighting. Well, with my sister I did now and then but that’s what sisters ARE supposed to do, right?

Yes, August always brings back those memories of grief and loss… transitioning. I certainly don’t feel that way these days. My goodness we still have wonderful weather and it’s warm until the end of September now. I actually look forward to autumn with all the colours. Although, my Mother’s Day flowery arrangement is getting thinner now…

Slowing down
gracefully
with age

slowing down
fewer bursts of colours
fallen petals

gracefully
bending
rustling leaves

with age
settling mindfully
beauties with time

© Tournesol ‘2020/08/01

smiling sky (haibun) daily moments July 30 2020

(c) Clr ‘2020/7/30

 

C R A C K!    B O O M!
Heart does a summersault
Heavens aglow

It was hard to settle the heart and she could not help but wonder, looking out at the dark grey sky how do people survive each day, who face darkness and sounds of gunfire and explosions? How naïve she feels…how blessed in her ignorance.

Peaceful day
One must count
Each blessing

One, two, three layers
Forming a halo
of colours

After an hour of thunder and rain, she steps out to see the sky smile at her

Semi circle
Painting the sky
with hope

© tournesol ‘2020/07/30