Today’s Haiku for Terry, Gary and Roxy

Our church has an area where you light a candle for your concern or celebration. The rest of the congregation doesn’t know what your candle is for, but they pray with you to honor your request.

This is a simple haiku for a fellow blogger, his partner and their companion that came to me at candle lighting today.

  • live in the moment
  • a gallantly fought journey
  • destination near

A daily reminder from my companions that living in the moment is truly important.

Henry 3 months
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Takayama Women’s Chorale here in Denver August 11, 2017 for a free performance

Takayama, Japan has been Denver’s Sister City Takayama since 1960.  The Takayama Women’s Chorale is singing at Simpson United Methodist Church Friday, August 11, 2017 at 4:30 pm.  The Chorale will be performing traditional Japanese songs.  The performance is free.  For more information please contact Kaitlyn Lyle at 303.923.6865.  Simpson is located at 6001 Wolff Street in Arvada.  Want to learn about Takayama?  Visit the city’s website here:  City of Takayama website (English version): http://www.hida.jp/english/

 

Today’s Haiku

 

Roscoe

Hi! Roscoe here with today’s guest blog post and Haiku.

When Mom adopted me they told her I was found alone on the streets of Trinidad, a puppy of less than 6 weeks and starving.

I sometimes get scared of things I can’t see and Mom is real patient and loving with me when this happens.

Stormy weather.  Hate it.  I can feel the electricity in the air.  The room closes in on me, pressing me on all sides, choking me.

I can smell the lightning before it strikes, a smell like Mom scrubbing the sink.  Clean but scary, knowing what comes next.

Rolling thunder heard from miles away, louder and louder causing me to pant in fear.  Thunder I can feel in my bones bringing that horrible trembling that I can’t control.

Wind threatening to pick up the house and carry us all away.

  • darkness approaching
  • terrible unknown evil
  • trees bowing in fear
  • darkness descending
  • the pack howls in agony
  • sharp crack and bright light
  • darkness replaced by stillness
  • my once racing heart now yearns
  • hopes for quiet peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Spy a Zorigami Yokai!

This old clock has been with my boss forever.  He keeps it in his office sandwiched between some law books.  The thing must be wound by hand each day with a key, a ritual much beloved by an attorney.

I believe this thing is a Tsukumogami in the making.  An object biding its time to reach one hundred years of age, at which time it will become occupied by a spirit.  This clock is specifically a Zorigami Yokai, clock spirit.

It has begun to flex its powers by subtly controlling time.  Have a deadline?  Speeds time up.  Friday afternoons creep by.

How is this happening when it is clearly not one hundred years old?  The one hundred years is just a legend. Any old object can become Yokai, or obtain a spirit, just by virtue of it’s old age.

This old clock is quickly gaining the ability to have a spirit because it is used and touched by human hands each day when my boss lovingly winds it.  In return, if my boss is racing a deadline, this clock has stopped time to allow him to complete his task.

Ever feel uneasy about an old thing and just need to throw it out or give it away?  Trust your intuition on this…

 

Bachi ga ataru!

This morning Monty and I decided to pull the sheets and covers off Mom’s bed.  We had a fit of hooliganism.  (Hooliganism is a word because spell check did not flag it!)  Mom was not happy.  

She screamed at us “Bachi ga ataru!”  This is a phrase Mom and Uncle Sam heard a lot from their Mom growing up.  What does it mean?

  • What goes around comes around, or
  • Something similar will happen to you (if your actions are mischievous).

All I can say is Mom must have heard this phrase a lot when she was a kid because it slid off her tongue without a thought.

I have been trying to figure out what could happen to us for our actions this morning.  It is our karma that something will happen.We both get caught up in the bed sometimes  when tunneling for Mom under the sheets.  She always has to untangle us before our struggles get too frantic.  I think Mom is going to leave us in the sheets!