Finding spaces for solitude is an important aspect of my mental and spiritual health.
Zooming, a Haiku
As disturbing as the scenes in Kenosha are the response to them is, in a lot of ways, predictable.
A stressful weekend. Much anguish, aggravation. Had no time to write. It’s amazing how two days of high stress, and no time to reflect, can be expressed in seventeen syllables.
It’s been a long week, and there isn’t any real space for breath in sight. So I offer this haiku. Today, I’m tired. I’m in the way of the world. Weary, I trudge on.
Still sick, so I decided to write a haiku about how I’m feeling. I love sabbath rest, but being ill is not restful. There’s so much to do. Family, writing, and work. Can’t do it. I’m sick.