A season of resting
A season of resting.
Yet no one is in the mood.
Human's tendency?
This is probably what all the domesticated feline species are thinking.
Yesterday, I overworked and collapsed soon as I came back from work
I woke up late this morning while my cat was happily purring and dreaming.
My cat lives a peaceful life and I wonder why I can't be like him.
Is it because I have to work but he doesn't?
I think there is something else besides this point but I haven't figure it out yet.
Working hard in this chaotic world while living peacefully is my lifelong endeavor.
If any of you have discovered how to do it, could you share it with me?
A child poet
I started to write a poem at the age of four as soon as I learned how to read and write basic characters.
I wrote without knowing I was wrting a poem.
Writing was soothing activity and allowing me to be free.
I wrote about birds, grass, trees, weather and all the other natural phenominons entertaining me in a daily basis.
I was intrigued by the sounds of wind and the waves all the vegetations made as if they were like alive, biological entities.
I sensed they were speaking to each other— and to me.
The words live side by side with nature or nature lives in words.
The words, nature, my soul, in all one.
This sense of unity was apparant and calming my nerves.
I felst a sense of trust despite my life.
I was not interested in the science aspect of nature.
It did not matter to me to know what was rain, why it fell from sky and what caused it.
It did not matter to me about the plants's growth cycle or butterfly's metamorphosis.
Instead, I was very intrigued with their nature, their activities and their relationship with the eco-system.
And I felt I was a part of this vast scheme.
I know we were more than the solid matter.
The heaven, the air, and all the entities—were spiritual entities for me.
I felt it so profoundly.
They are alive in a sence we don't believe and the modern men has lost in touch with this understanding.
Nevertheless, young children know.
They are close to God and to the etherical world where they belong to.
I was poet when I was small.
Then, I gradually losing it by living a school child's life busy adjusting to the harsh reality—no more daydreaming but just doing the normal things in normal way to fit for the soicety I lived in to be accepted.
Now, after the decades of absence from writing, I came back to my home.
I have started to write a poem, and recently, a hiku or tanka poem.
I enjoy so much that I truly feel at home, although I am not sure how good I write.
But it does not matter. All it does matter is how I feel at home.
Without any efforts or force, if the the words apring up out of my chest and my hands start to type, I know I am at home.
Pygmy's Cottage Bakery
A pygmy's cottage—
Crispy breeze's souvenir
Ethereal retreat
Buttery aroma of
Brioche, faluche and miche.
(©LULIECARDON)
This cottage is placed on our front porch welcoming guest from outside the world.
I would not doubt if some creatures live inside as a refuge from gusty wind.
I believe, playful attributes are essential to life!
If we only value practical aspects in life, it is depressing!
That is why art is so vital for our well-being! 😁
Sustainable Christmas Tree
I harvested a baby cedar tree in my backyard to use it as a Christmas tree.
I felt a pain in my chest.........
Under the smoky sky,
Stood a baby cedar tree
Wishing for snowflakes.
Whispering Wind
Echoes of fairies—
In this terrestrial sphere
Quest for harmony.
The world makes many loud noises but the only important things are few.
Yet, we are very much influenced by them, and as a result, feeling lost and overwhelmed.
One of the best remedies is to step aside from the world and place ourselves in natural environment where the only noises are from the nature's vibration.
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Cherry-Preserve Happiness
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There are two cherry trees in our backyard.
Until this year, the birds took most all of them since they were quicker to take action than me!
But this year, I was able to pick most of them and made cherry preserves. (The photographed bottles are just a half of them)
I'm planning to finish using them to feed my family before another cherry season arrives.
When I see the lined up bottles filled with honeyed cherries, I feel so blessed and content with my life.
If this is not a sign of genuine richness, what would otherwise be?
Sweet cherry preserves
Harvested in paradise
Filled with hopefulness
I'm blessed and my needs are met.
Why shall I worry?
Send my love to you!
Small joy makes up my life
My cat is ready for a nap after the Thanksgiving dinner of extra fancy tuna!
My stomach is full
Ready for a long winter nap
Supreme happiness.
