Chapter 2 of Emily’s autobiography (troibun)

Emily does not remember much of the unpleasant and scary for some reason. It’s like ghosts in the back of her brain. The good, happy, loving images are so vivid and when the ghosts try to poke at her and get to the forefront, she is never sure what is real. The details are blurred. She sees a little girl sitting on the steps at the back of her house, sulking or weeping for “no reason”.

“I’ll give you something to really cry about!” screams in her brain…a buckle on a belt flashes and then blackness.

Recalling unpleasant and scary is like trying to pick up a lost penny on the pavement with your toes.

Then feeling the warm, loving hugs and her soothing voice…remembering her comforting embrace is her safety net.

memories
floating in and out
dream catcher

memories
fragmented stories
and blurred lines

floating in and out
latching on like…
bloodsuckers

dream catcher
recalling soothing hues
tangible – love

(c) tournesol ’19/08/15

What would you write in Chapter 2 of your life story?

on letting go …a cherita and haiku

(a cherita)

piling into tired vessels

inequity tears the sails
weary canvas fails

sea engulfs each evil deed
greedy and voracious
quenched with every nightmare

~

aquarius moon so full and bright

beams light up the sea
watching ancient sins

sinking to dark depths
way beneath the sea
labroides feast

(haiku)

nightmares capsize
into the cold dark sea
death becomes them

(c) Tournesol ’19/08/15

 

Daily moments – reflections on letting go and change – August 15th, full moon

 

Cotton candy hands ~Haibun ~ Daily Moments August 15 2019

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(c) Clr ’19

Walking from the mall today, I noticed the rides were back on the property. They are a team from the Beauce and they are here about 3 or 4 times a year. They set up at the front of the mall and usually when I walk home from work late at night I use the back route since my home is behind the mall. Still I see five or six vans and trailers parked on the back side, so I know the fair is back in town.

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(c) Clr’19

Today, I wanted to take a few photos to savour some of the summer images we long for during those long frigid winter months. I like to pretend that I’m a kid again and going to the fair with my mom and sister. Just an image here, another there and I am back in time decades ago. I can even smell the food!

ferris wheels
roller coasters
screams of joy and fear

sticky fingers
smacking lips
pink cotton candy

hot dogs
dripping mustard
candied popcorn

sun setting
speakers blaring
hip hop

flashing lights
screaming children
one last ride

© Tournesol ‘19/08/15

Cotton candy hands Haibun Daily Moments August 15 2019  Daily Moments

Dorothy sings the blues (troiku)

Today, I treated myself to a mani-pedi at the Mall across the street. As the lady started working on my neglected feet, I took out my beads and relaxed and chanted my mantra silently. Usually one lady takes care of my feet and later I move to a table where another lady works on my hands. Today it was not as busy, another lady approached me with a bowl to soak my left hand while she started working on my right hand.


just like Dorothy
pampering hands and feet
in the land of Oz

It felt good to just be in the moment and relax. Later, I walked around aimlessly at The Bay and realized I wanted to continue doing “nothing” and came home to cocoon with my thoughts and my bff’s (best feline friends).


watching the leaves sway
rustling with the wind
Mother Nature’s blues

watching the leaves sway
listening to sopranos
cicadas shrill

rustling with the wind
like a full satin skirt
Mother used to wear

Mother Nature’s blues
giddy daisies dancing
to a summer’s breeze

© Tournesol ’19/08/06

Heatwave (troiku)


sound of cicadas
sweating on my balcony
sauna and me


sound of cicadas
screaming blue murder
resting in the shade


sweating on my balcony
even children are heavy
with sleep


sauna and me
every mid-summer
heatwave in July


(c) Tournesol '19/07/27
Daily moments - Heatwave - troiku July 27 2019

Chambly Rapids – Monochrome Wednesday


Chambly Rapids 2019
(c) Clr`19 Chambly Rapids

The above  photo was taken June 22nd when I spent the day at the Chambly Rapids like I do every year on my late mother’s birthday, sitting on a flat rock chanting my mantra thinking of her. This year, my usual spot was fenced in since the water is too high, so I found a log further down.  It was a glorious day and I even got to see a heron by the dam. What a treat!  The fence did not stop me from taking photos of that beautiful bird.  He lives on the island not far from here. It looks like he likes to pose or he was just a patient fisher [chuckles]

(c) Clr'19   Chambly Rapids - Heron
(c) Clr’19 Chambly Rapids/Richelieu dam – Pont Yule
This was posted for Monochrome Wednesday




 

la sage femme (haibun)

Weeping Woman by Picasso.

Art Image Publications PICASSO Inspired Art Projects  Weeping Woman – Pablo Picasso, 1937

After a long night sponging the sweat off her patient’s face, she felt her grip her brown spotted hand.  “Ne t’inquiète pas…ça ne sera plus long ma fille, pousse fort une autre fois à la prochaine contraction.” * But then her weather-beaten face frowned…a tear rolled down her chin.  The silence was deafening as she placed the white sweet smelling cloth over the young mother’s mouth while the father took the lid off the shoebox.

shuffling home
weather-beaten hands
holding a shoebox

© Tournesol’15

*translation: Not to worry,my child, it won’t be long now… push hard at the next contraction.

sage femme: midwife

This is one of many sad true stories my GrandMaman shared with us growing up.  I can’t imagine the sorrow she carried with her mixed with joys…

Inspired by our host’s meme today “weather-beaten” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Basho & Sora (Oku No Hosomichi)

Our host, Chèvrefeuille says: “This month our central theme is “on the trail with Basho”, because Basho was a traveling haiku poet as e.g. Santoka Taneda was in his time (1882-1940). This month we will (try) to follow Basho’s journeys through Japan. And this first haiku which I will share here is from one of his earlier haibun (or travel-journals), “The Records of a Weather-Exposed Skeleton” (Nozarashi Kiko) in which he describes his journey together with his disciple Chiri along the places described by Saigyo, Basho’s great role-model;”

weather beaten
wind pierces my body
to my heart

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Here is our host’s offering and he asks us to write with the Haiku Writing Technique baransu (in balance):

cold spring breeze
makes the cherry blossom shiver
one heartbeat long

© Chèvrefeuille

Tuesday s Tulips Daily Moments July 2 2019 Troibun

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(c) Clr’ 19 Mother’s Day Tulips

This passed winter was long and cold.  Spring came along mid-May.  It was such a joy to see those tulips sprout from the earth.  Reds, yellows and even white petals standing tall and strong despite spring winds.  Even the rain could not push them around!  Hope was painted on every smile when a passerby finally realized that summer was near.

And now in the heart of summer, tulips have been replaced by peonies and daisies…but still, she remembers with fondness, her Mother’s Day present…fresh picked tulips standing tall. If you take the time to notice, you might see one left standing…stronger than its peers.

last of the tulips
stands by the building
left with abandon

last of the tulips
longing for reds and yellows
waits for its time

stands by the building
scratchy and cold
bricks give no comfort

left with abandon
could stand up no more
feeding Mother Earth

© Tournesol ‘19/07/02

Daily Moments – June 2, 2019  Moving Day (troibun)

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Moving day in Québec   has just passed in this part of her world like every year, July 1st when residents renew their leases.  When she was a young child it was May 1st and she remembers many new classmates arriving at the end of the school year.  It was not easy for the children to leave their friends and school and start anew in a strange school.    That is why the provincial government, in 1973 decided it was better to end leases June 30th so children would not be penalized leaving their school before the end of their year and that is when Moving Day changed to July 1st.  It is also a long weekend with Canada Day, so many renters who could not afford to take time off work had an extra day to move.

You will notice driving around urban streets in or near Montreal in mid-June to mid-July there are LOTS of junk, furniture, mattresses and many cardboard boxes on the side of the street.  I suppose it is a busy and demanding time for the garbage collectors too.  Notaries (in Quebec we have notaries and not lawyers to draw up house deeds) are very busy from April to July…well, more than usual.  It might not be the best time to draw up a will…if you’re not in a hurry, that is.

Living close to a Salvation Army depot near the bus terminal, she notices piles and piles of clothes and furniture dumped after hours every day for the past few weeks.  And, the curious and disrespectful rummage through the droppings, opening bags and pulling out garments and leaving them spread out in front of the door of the depot.  She shakes her head in disgust and feels bad for the employees who have to clean up the mess every day when they come in to work.  How discouraging is that? Some may argue, “Well, they are paid to do it.”  Sure, they are but the time wasted on this is wasting lots of donation dollars too when they could be doing something else.  Oh well, she can tsk tsk all day long and it won’t change people, now will it?

It is quite warm today at 28C and in the sun it is hot!  She was planning to go the Montreal International Jazz Festival with her grandson but he thinks it is only jazz music and he is not a fan.  She knows there is Blues, Reggae, Rap, Hip Hop and much more but it may be difficult to convince a teenager, so she will play it by ear.  Maybe they can just walk around the Old Port after a nice dinner and see a late movie. That would be cool and since he is a night owl like she is, lateness is not an issue.  Getting up the next day may be more problematic but she is off from work for two days and he is off for the summer.  How she remembers those summer months.  It was a perfect time to read a novel or two and work on your suntan.  How times have changed with the ozone and the sun giving her rashes, she avoids it now.   Well, her bikini body has gone and left her too!

It rains almost every day.  The rainfall has drenched her flower pots and instead of seeing wild flowers, she picks a mushroom or two and throws it on the lawn.  This is the first year she has set up so many flower boxes and pots filled with herbs. Well, Basil is looking promising…good strong plant, that one!

It is mid-day and as she sits in the warm shade, listening to birds chirping and negotiating with their moms for naptime and then the loud piercing shrill of the cicadas quiets everything!  It reminds her of the noon time fire siren that would blare when she was a child in her hometown. The cicadas have a way of mesmerizing nature to a long-awaited nap and humans too seem to find their eyelids heavier after a meal…siesta time.

peonies hanging
bushes cradling each flower
grinning at the sun

peonies hanging
heavy with morning showers
raindrops on petals

bushes cradling each flower
spill over with affection
madonna and child

grinning at the sun
stretching wide
in gratitude

© Tournesol ‘19/07/02

Moving day in Québec

 

Daily Moments – June 2, 2019  Moving Day (troibun)