weaving deams (haibun)



© C.L.R. '14 Wishes do come true

 

Everyone should have dreams and when they are met, then we need to add more.  It is what adds life and spice to our lives.  As a very young child I dreamt of being an actress like Marilyn Monroe driving around in a red flamed Cadillac …HA!  

Then I wanted to be a nun or nurse when I was in elementary school. My grandmother was a mid-wife but to me she was a nurse. Then I realized I could not stand the sight of blood and all I wanted to do was hold patients’ hands and comfort them.  Ah, so that was a counsellor or social workers. 

 

Teaching was also another dream, so  I wavered between counsellor and teacher. Going to university would have taken a long time and cost money which  mom did not have, but I got a scholarship for a secretarial college and married young, had children which was  a huge part of my dream!!   So this other dream was on hold, simmering always at the back of my mind.    During the years I was home until the children were in school I dabbled a bit in writing, another dream I had growing up. I used to fantasize typing my novel in the attic of an ocean side house. 

 

I did eventually work in homecare as a person support worker, and eventually got my degree to work in counselling.  There were roadblocks alright!   I managed to work in a private school for five years (so I guess the teacher dream came to fruition).  But then I met some stumbling blocks.  It was difficult finding work in my location after the teaching position closed; but I was determined to have my degree recognized and work in a career I had been dreaming of for over 25 years. Moving  600 km away was the answer in attaining my dreams.  Sometimes we get tested as to just how important it is to achieve a dream…so working further away for a decade allowed me to fulfill my dream and come back home with substantial and marketable experience.  I was able to continue working in a career I love. 

Going back to university as an older adult with life experience was the best thing for me in order to succeed and become the counsellor I am today.   

March 2013 I started writing just to get things off of my chest or stand on my soapbox about issues important to me such as mental health. And then I dared write a poem here and there and discovered it was very therapeutic.  It was as if my muse kept me company when I was at two extremes…very happy or in extreme pain both physically and emotionally.  Now I write daily out of passion for the written word.  I still have dreams like volunteering to find more resources for people suffering with mental illness and their friends and family…I’m working on it…hopefully I will find more time for that and painting and drawing...I would love to be able to draw the images in my mind that match the poetry I write.

Someday I would like to publish some of my poetry to give to my children, a genre of legacy.

 

weaving patterns

life spins with staggered threads

tapestry of dreams

 

© Tournesol '14

 

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/23

 

Carpe Diem Tackle it Tuesday, #8 Fixity

Tears of joy (haibun)

+Our host at  Haiku Shuukan  has given us another interesting prompt.  At "Sand and Foam" by Khalil Gibran,  there is a verse about “tears”:  [...] "There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea". [..   And the prompt this week is "Tears".

Here are two haiku, Chèvrefeuille, our host has written on tears.

with tears in my eyes
I see how the wind is ruining
fragile beauty

fragile beauty
a gust of wind tears apart
Cherry Blossoms

© Chèvrefeuille (2013)

 

I am easily brought to tears when I am sad as much as when I am happy or exposed to exquisite beauty. I cry when I am emotionally touched like when my children were born, when I assisted to the birth of our grandson, and when I was hugged by Amma at a retreat in July; I cry when I have to say goodbye or when I meet family or friends after a time we`ve been apart. So many reasons. I have blue eyes and just walking outside if it is sunny or a bit windy, if it is cold like in winter, my eyes just tear up.   My children used to watch  me whenever a movie got to a sad part to see when I would cry; I even cry at commercials...so there you have it, I am a cry baby still at my age:)  The most fun tears are those of joy and laughter, laughing until my tummy muscles hurt.

 

© C.L.R. June 1, 2014

 

oceans filled with tales

joys, pain and suffering, spark

salty tears

 

tears of joy

finally after seven years

our son is born.

 

 

our daughter sings

with her angelic peers

awe illicit tears

 

fragile blue eyes

shy away from blaring sun

tears in the wind.

 

tearing

as the sun sets

on the water

 

 

© Tournesol '14

 

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/31

Haiku Shuukan #20, Tears