Grief is weird. The nightmares are bizarre (I’ll get to that). But the phrase, “gift of grief” is sometimes, even weirder…In the aftermath of your deep loss, linking the ideas of “gift” with “grief” can feel as strange or jarring as your first quiet birthday with 1 or 2 close friends after their death, or that 50-person family Christmas party after finalizing the divorce and picking up that strangely and morbidly elegant divorce certificate.
I met this squirrel outside my place in Montreal. It was a mundane, subtly hilarious moment. Funny enough, it sparked for me, a moment of wonder. A haiku.
Sakura (or cherry blossom) trees have a special beauty to them that welcomes you, whether you visit in joy, sorrow or grief. A haiku experiment.
The path of letting go is not in forgetting, but in remembering; in surrender to the spirit of gratitude & honouring the truth of your memories.
My birthday isn’t until the summer, but this is just a fun little poem about “tachyon particles” (Star Trek!), and time travel lol.
Join me for fun as I remember an old dream, hallucination, forgotten memory or imagined vision of the night I gazed upon a moonlight bridge.
In this haiku, I’m reflecting on different hauntings, especially more unexpected ones. Especially thinking of how the ghosts we might usually feel scared of are, in fact, sometimes, there for purposes the opposite of fear. A haiku experiment.
A story about a black cat and her “meeting” with the snow.
Based on an actual real-life moment, this reflects how I felt about seeing this play out.
My reflections on shadows and how they may conspire for the good within our daily and inner lives. A haiku experiment with commentary.
Reflecting on my Montreal winter experience during their snowstorms and the moments of quiet between them. Haiku Experiment.