haibun

With Power to Share

Today has been a dazing and shattering (hope I use correct words) day. Really! I am still a bit shaky about what I experienced.
I had some errands to do. Library for Basho poetry. To AF – Academic Society – to ask about The Debate taking place tomorrow. Oh how I enjoyed to walk in Lundagård – the park in where Lund University and the Cathedral are situated. I do love to have my heart in this city of old and new knowledge. To share myself between two gems – Budapest.hu and Lund.se

While walking I lived in every breath. Satisfaction in every step until …

beside the pass-over
standing with most bowed back
tired and old
depending on rollator
I offered my help

… I met this old lady. Her body language spoke – ”need help” – so clear to me. She accepted my offer to help her cross the street. I stopped the rushing cars and we crossed. I couldn’t leave her there. Long story ….
So we spent 90 minutes together and what I experienced these minutes about old peoples life in our society …. I felt so sorry about her … I got so angry about the community … and not to talk about the transport service she called for to get home!!!!!

Above all this – it’s a cold late afternoon – she was marked of her reumatism – our long waiting for the transport service made it worse – and worse – long story – I also had to phone – twice ….

depending
on my own ability
for now
with a strong stream in my spine
with power to share with you

… and I got a clear reminder about our fragility. For now I trust myself and I am thankful that depending on myself works. Also in humbly insight there will be a day when …
During the time we spent together I got to know Ulla. We both were happy to have met each other. At last the transport service came. And the driver were very kind and helpful. Which was a relief for me.

After waving them off – I went home – dazed and shattered in mind. Now sitting here – writing …

Tomorrow will be a day for ‘take action’ – depending on myself.

Carpe Diem: #1126 depend on yourself.

Första Minnet

Mitt första minne … eller … mitt tidigaste minne … det jag kommer ihåg som allra yngst … var när min lillasyster föddes. På den tiden fick bara förstföderskor föda på BB. Både jag och min lillasyster föddes hemma i vår bostad.

Jag var då tre år och förstod att något spännande skulle hända. Jag ville vara med och hängde därför precis utanför dörren till rummet där mamma låg. Försökte kika in genom nyckelhålet och försökte få en glimt när någon öppnade dörren. Jag fick ju inte gå in. Min storasyster hade fått i uppgift att få bort mig därifrån och sysselsätta mig. Hon var åtta år då. Det gick inte.

söndagen i juli
en liten flicka föddes
min lillasyster

Det bestämdes att pappa skulle ta min storasyster och mig ut till Evedal och bada.
Kvar var mamma och barnmorskan.
Sedan slutade minnet.

Vem som är den nyfödda lillasystern syns nog.

Elder Sister, my Mother 80 this day, younger Sister and me

Skrivpuff: Första.

Diamonds for Truth and Secrets

Today I got a wonderful visit. My two granddaughters came around. I call them ”My GoldenHarts”. We spent all afternoon together and had what’s called ”quality time”. Chatting, laughing and also playing cards. I told them that playing with cards wasn’t allowed on Sundays when I was a child. I think they thought it was very odd. I thought so to at that time.
They also brought a gift for me …

my cards of tarot
diamonds for truth and secrets
a dear gift
from daughter to mother
some real goddesses

… from my youngest daughter.
Tarot cards …. a lot of them … about all kinds of Goddesses …
Now I have something to find out … on my Pilgrimage …

Goddess Tarot Cards

Carpe Diem: #1125 The Road to Santiago is part of the Tarot.

Not to Be

You should do what you want with your time! To you – yourself – being in time – isn’t an issue. But …

just in time
how lucky for us – not to be
out of time

… agreed appointments or deadlines – with other people – it’s all about mutual respect – respect to the other persons time.

In Sweden we have something called ”Academic quarter (15 minites)” and it means that meetings starts 15 minutes after the official starting time. I don’t like that 😉

And … at last … how do you cooperate with the clock of the day? Are you a morning-one or a night-one? I am definitely a night-one …

dear flow
I’m so thankful you chose me
to inherit all time

…. and I like it a lot! The night is mine.

Moments when time doesn’t exist – moments having the ”flow”.
Best moments – all times!

… could be with pens, crayons, brushes, camera …. or just to be …

Crazy Art - The Creative Way

Carpe Diem: #1124 time.

Helt snurrigt!

Jag har gjort ett avtal med mig själv. Jag ska skriva ner alla bra tankar. Innan har de försvunnit helt när jag skulle haft användning för dem. Borttappade. Det är väldigt irriterande.

-Tänk om någon annan hittar min tanke! vilken fasansfull tanke. Den tappade jag inte bort. Det är inte lite märkligt med tankar. Jag har alltid undrat vad de består av. En gång var vi i tider när man inte visste att ljud bestod av vågor i luften. Uttynande vågor som aldrig tar slut. Någonstans där ute finns rester av alla ljud samlade. Eller inte. Atmosfären är kanske inte den rätta.

-Är det likadant med tankar, undrar jag.

-Kanske är det en tidigare världs samlade tankar som blev ”the big bang”. Det snurrar och far i en väldig fart där ute. Precis som tankarna i mitt huvud. En del vilda som tar egna vägar. Andra samlade runt olika ämnen. Som om de var sökande efter rätta svar. Undrar vad månen söker för svar om jorden? Medan jorden själv solar sig i andras tankar omkring ett brinnande ämne.

uppdraget utfört
en puff tänkt i nedtecknad stil
helt snurrigt

Ps. Må ha sin förklaring. Glömde att kolla klockan när den ringde, steg upp, lagade kaffe och bredde mina frö knäcke. Satte mig tillrätta för lugn frukost i god tid innan hemfärden skulle påbörjas.
Sååååå god tid var det ju inte tänkt! Klockan var 23:19 – den tid när nyheterna är på engelska i ungerska TVn. Jag hade glömt radera 23:19 när jag lade mig tidigare än vanligt. Trodde det var 05:45. Nu är klockan 02:56.
Jag har alltid hatat akademiska kvartar. Kan ni förstå det?

Earth Speed - Det Snurrar

Skrivpuff: Avtala.

Your Ticket to

I love walking around and exploring. The conditions varies a lot from place to place. Of course. Roads inviting you for free are the best. Even in countries with restrictions you may find roads for your free walks. Because it has to be a connection between the road and you. You have to reach that special feeling to be able to learn from the road.
Finding that mood …

the two of you
will be engulfed by and live what’s
between every step

… that’s the way to learn – like feeling every curve in the thoroughly handmade wooden doors … and then open it. The kind of doors I have always imagined to have on my living room wall.

I am a bit weak about doors. Two pieced. With that special patina only life and sun can create. Three places in the world showed me the unique about doors. My grandmother’s, my aunt and uncle’s and the doors in the outskirts of Dubai. Where I used to walk with my youngest daughter. While the others were at school or at work. A very long time ago – early eighties. It was like walking the treasure of mud house road. All these sun dried worn in – absolutely not worn out – doors.
Instead of – on my living room wall – I keep them in my heart.

So why this talking about doors!??

an open door
the most essential to keep
in mind
your ticket! – traveling
the roads of wisdom

Symbolic for me.
Without an ”open door” you will not be able to learn from the road.

Carpe Diem: #1123 the road is our teacher.

Piece by Piece

Wish I were more capable just now. No sleep last night. Had the flow when making some things – writings and …

bridge in mist
the troubled souls walk over
mine cleared

… thinkings and drawings … how lucky I am. To have that terrific flow I mean 😉
And I like my haiku – it contains different meanings – what about last line 😉

Well I remembered today to visit the Geisha exhibition and it was very interesting. I’m glad I did. Despite the depressing grey weather and unsafe walking in snowy streets. But the Chain Bridge looks great in any weather. That’s for sure!

maybe a favorit
there are some treasures in mind
worth saving
while memories fade away
piece by piece

Some moody weather, isn’t it? The Parliament almost vanished behind the Chain Bridge.

Chain Bridge in mist and ice in the Danube.

Daily Prompt: Capable.

There is a song ”Piece by Piece” with Katie Melua – a beautiful one. She is really good! Men min favorit är ”The closest thing to Crazy”.

För Njutning – For Pleasure

Idag hade jag särskilt roligt på pedikyr-en. Ja, jag unnade mig till slut en behandling. Fast utan lack. Jag skrev haiku på löpande band. Måste ju syssla med något medan jag väntar. Tidningar går inte att läsa. Språket omöjligt.

Jag tycker också det är lite särskilt roligt med de nya apparna jag hämtat. Så jag kombinerar foto och poesi. Trevligt tidsfördriv när man ändå måste vänta.

Sedan är jag väldigt nyfiken på … en …

ett litet barr
sticker till men håller sig grönt
för njutning

Ja, ni vet …
… operation ‘stilla nyfikenheten’ har inletts.

HAIKU - Photo & Poetry #byblogfia

Skrivpuff: Särskilt.

Yuxta Lives

This time here I haven’t given myself treatments I use to. Visiting the hairdresser, having manicure and pedicure, nice outdoor bath …. but today … soon before returning … I had pedicure. How nice to spoil myself and so good for my hard working feet. Soon I will leave all wonderful happenings behind … leave home here …