We've been discussing poetry this month at my group dinner & discussion at Saint James Episcopal Church here in Austin. Everyone brought their favorite haiku, or wrote one to share at the beginning of group a few weeks back.
After a hectic couple of months of moving around, traveling, staying with friends, quitting jobs, starting new gigs, and somehow laughing through it all, I had found myself transported to a beautiful little converted workshop studio in Zilker Park. For six glorious weeks, Honey and I would wake up early each morning with the sun, birds and the squirrels chirruping away, and we sneak off to wander the pathways leading to the river and to barton springs. Some mornings Honey slept in so I could sneak over to the kitchen and make pot of coffee to bring along for the walk.
Meditating on the newfound peace, calm, and focus that immediately came upon me those last days of October and first days in the workshop studio, I wrote this haiku to share with my church buds:
This morning we saw
seven turtles, three loons, and
we exhaled, at last.
What a gift! This poem showed me how calm and happy and restful time in the workshop studio proved, after a season of tumultuous movement.
-lab
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