cronechronicler

Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Morning Ritual

Sitting surrounded
By puddle of newspaper
Where oh where is hope

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It Started With an Amaryllis

First there was the bowl of amaryllis bulbs my son and his wife gave me for Christmas. There were five bulbs the size of softballs. Each bulb had two shoots that promised glorious blooms. Today ten scarlet amaryllis flowers form a small shrub offset brilliantly by the clean white snow outside my window. I wanted to take a picture of the amaryllis to show my son and daughter-in-law who live in Minneapolis. But I don’t know how to do this with my smart phone. I would have to wait until one of my Cleveland grandchildren showed up to do this for me.

Yesterday my project was to print the Haiku I wrote two days ago on greeting cards using a Microsoft Word format so I could send each grandchild a Valentine. I discovered that Word greeting cards aren’t very flexible and don’t allow for the Haiku structure. I finally gave up and sent my grandchildren texts. As I texted each Haiku my phone remembered the words for me and had memorized my Haiku by the time I sent the last one. Then there was the fun of receiving texts back from each grandchild.

With the success of my Haiku greetings I decided to see if I could take photos of my amaryllis. And I somehow did.

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Haiku: Valentine from Grandma Hart to My Six Grandchildren

I wish you truly
From one Hart to another
A happy “Heart” Day

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