You may remember me -- I used to blog here.
Life has gotten pretty crazy at our house of late. My husband's been recently diagnosed with a serious illness, and he's had to succumb to endless tests and a really gnarly surgery -- all just to prepare him for treatment.
As his right hand gal in the midst of all this, I've had to let all the nonessentials slip away
That said, today is April 1st, the kick-off of National Poetry Month.
Last year I celebrated by writing (and posting) at least one haiku every day --
a practice that ended up being a highlight of my year.
This year I am committing to do the same.
It feels a little illogical, seeing as how I can't seem to get to an ordinary blog post to save my life, but I really want to do it.
Writing a haiku everyday for a month teaches me a lot about poetry.
It teaches me a lot about my writing practice.
It teaches me a lot about birds and leaves and wind and sky.
And it teaches me a lot about noticing each sublime moment each day has to offer.
Which is just about the opposite of nonessential, if you ask me.
So, without further ado, welcome, I've missed you and happy poetry month...
long train whistling
as I cut this morning's fruit --
to warn or beckon?