For DVerse’s Haibun Monday, for which the theme is the summer or winter (depending on which side of the equator you live on) solstice.I’m happy to write for this. 🙂
Will the sun stand still? I'm not ready for the days to start shortening, gradual as is may be. It's scary because I want to stay happy. This past week has been a medical miracle, a blessing, and/or a stroke of luck; but like the solstice it may only be brief. Mood, like time, moves like the waves at the beaches -- which I might like to visit soon.
walking -- grains of sand
For DVerse Poetics’s ekphrastic poetry prompt, inspired by the picture below, I’ve written a haibun:
Yesterday, my grandma called my mom that the doe in her backyard, which she could see from her window, had just given birth. The doe was still licking the fawn, which was trying to stand up on its gangly, spindly legs. What a privilege to witness this beautiful, newborn life!
A short time later, Grandma called my mom back and said, “You’re not the only one who can have twins.”
life comes surprising,
an adorable duo
two fawns on the lawn
Why has it been so hard for me to write something about this? This picture is more open-ended than most; my response could go anywhere. Just like that path through the trees. Just like much of life. The plethora of possibilities, the branching pathways — they make decisive action more difficult, becoming paralyzing.
Let’s start. Just write. What’s through those trees?
After long walking
Find a place to cool and rest —
Tiger in the pool!
For DVerse’s Haibun Monday today, we are considering summer. I have been thinking lately that the summer season really should start before the summer solstice, maybe on June 1st. 🙂
I remember the excitement of mid-June: class parties, signing yearbooks, summer break coming soon. Family vacations we used to take, big birthday parties with cake and other celebrations, Fourth-of-July fireworks. Completely carefree days. And then, the dread of another August ending.
remember those days,
summertime the pinnacle
of kids' existence
Today’s challenge for DVerse Poetics is to write on the topic of one or more of the five stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance). I’ll try not to focus on Depression, for once. 🙂 This seems to be quite a challenge for me, but as a writer, I am probably capable of it. The picture is one I took last year.
I’ve been grieving for a long time. At 19 years old, an eating disorder took over my life, almost took my life. Then I spent 4 years recovering. Those are 4 years I’m never going to get back, 4 years when the rest of my peers graduated from college and got jobs, maybe even started families. I feel behind, like I’ll never catch up. Covid didn’t help anything — thanks to that, life became even more on hold. All my life seems to be made up of recovering from previous life.
I used to wonder how I developed an eating disorder in the first place. Now, after having done a ton of therapy and realizing the commonalities between me and other sufferers, I am more surprised that it didn’t happen earlier.
I’ve been briefly in the “acceptance” stage, believing that God has something else for me, that God is writing a beautiful story. Maybe He is, but that doesn’t stop me from stalking over to the “anger” stage. With a birthday coming up in only 6 weeks, I am seeing even more starkly what is lost and finding fewer and fewer ways to replace it.
Linda’s SoCS prompt this weekend is “way to go.” For some reason, that was difficult for me to write for yesterday, so today, the second S stands for Sunday. 🙂 I wrote this little haibun.
The first Sunday of Lent. Jesus spends 40 days in the desert and is tempted by satan. We’ve still got a long way to go until Easter, but we know Jesus is with us every step of the way. Continue reading →
This is for Lauren’s Throwback Thursday, which this week is about “ouchies, owies, and boo boos,” in other words, memories about getting sick or hurt growing up. Thanks to Astrid, whose post led me to this prompt, and whose blog is really interesting, too! 🙂 I am also linking to Brian’s prompt because I think this title is sufficiently attention-getting (especially considering that I’m not good at making up titles).
70 degrees, skies only sometimes overcast — is this what passes for winter in California? Many places have snow and storms; this is much nicer by comparison, but today I can’t keep warm. I’ve tried both coffee and chamomile tea, huddling under a soft blanket while reading. Shortly I may decide to snuggle under my bed-covers and hibernate for a while.
a chilly morning see some blue between the clouds soft blanket of white
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I have a haibun that I wrote almost 4 whole years ago, on November 27, 2017. Looking at the poems on the surrounding pages of this old journal, I noticed that I had written a lot about “the world’s great need.” That phrase must have really stuck with me. That was 4 years ago. Just wait, Past Jenna; just wait.