A Respite in Covent Garden’s Floral Court
Just around the corner from crowded Covent Garden in London, I found an unexpected peaceful haven, a magical courtyard. I had entered another dimension, Harry Potter-style.
Just around the corner from crowded Covent Garden in London, I found an unexpected peaceful haven, a magical courtyard. I had entered another dimension, Harry Potter-style.
The sky over South Park Valley demands a haiku today, the first day of NaHaiWriMo 2020.
On a solo visit to the wonderful Museum of Edinburgh, I spent some time in the courtyard and caught these pigeons courting.
I’d like to get better at being in the moment, truly living, absorbing, feeling, whatever it is that I’m doing. Being more mindful, overall.
It’s time to transition from the frenzy of getting everything done to the fullness of seasonal reflections.
Reinforcing my benign neglect this year, the greenery of Glover Gardens has gifted us with unexpected late-November blooms.
A gorgeous, fiery sun merging with the horizon while it generously backlit the clouds and turned the evening sky into a work of art deserving of a haiku.
Reflections on an open mind, a growth mindset and an open heart. An open heart is the hardest.
This haiku is for every extraordinary woman who sometimes needs affirmation.
Even the most mundane things can be magic when you love to travel, like wet streets and traffic a chilly, rainy evening in Aberdeen.
A footprint, a feather and a leaf, about to be swept away. Remembering my brother in a haiku.
A person could love Weetabix in that way you love the familiar, the comforting, the stuff of childhood, the stuff your mother made you eat until you forgot your first reaction to it and it became a welcome part of your everyday life and then later, the fabric of childhood memories and the feeling that all that is right with the world.
