593. inner child thursday #2 (non-dominant hand haiku)

such a pretty flower

all alone in all that green

like a star in the sky 🦊❤️

This haiku was written by my “inner child”, Little Danny. I used my non-dominant hand (left) to allow the haiku to emerge from Little Danny. The number of syllables, lines, spelling, etc. don’t matter. What is written is what it is.  Such simplicity - and yet… 🦊❤️

Click on link below for info on non-dominant hand writing. 

https://www.google.com/search?q=non+dominant+hand+writing&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-us&client=safari

 

592. becoming found - part 5 (connection)

it is often said

some things were just meant to be

it just takes some time  🦊❤️

What could be more perfect than Tommy the Trail Cat meeting Moose the Trail Dog? Both abandoned on the trail… both found on the trail… now they are friends on the trail. Things work out in the most perfect of ways. 🦊❤️

(Post inspired by my dear friend Joe C.)

 

591. becoming found - part 4 (accepting help)

stuffing clean and new

healing stitches through and through

wholeness… little you 🦊❤️

At one time or another we are all like that ripped up, wet stuffed puppy that was left on the trail. I hope that my little tale of  making the forlorn stuffed puppy whole again will motivate you to do the same if you are ever lucky enough to encounter your own left behind stuffed puppy. I can tell you that he is gift that I treasure as he reminds me of the importance of never giving up hope and never being afraid to ask for help when I am feeling torn up, wet and that all my stuffing has fallen out of me. I think that he is just perfect in every way and that his missing parts are not missing after all  🦊❤️

 

590. becoming found - part 3 (asking for help)

fluffy and dry… yet

so much lost… “do we go on?”

“please… don’t stop now!” 

🦊❤️

What is wholeness after all? How can there be wholeness when so much seems to be missing? So much lost? Is it worth the effort? Is it time to give up? Is it too late to try? Can I do it alone? Can I find someone to help? Is it ok to ask? What will it look like?   🦊❤️

 

589. becoming found - part 2 (letting go)

old stuffing made gone

a warm soapy baptism

joyful emptiness  🦊❤️

Basin after basin of warm soapy water did the trick… so much dirt and grime were released. I could tell that he felt a sense of serene emptiness and spaciousness as a result of what had happened so far. But… the hard part of becoming whole was yet to be started. But… he was hopeful and so was I. 🦊❤️

 

588. becoming found - part 1 (abandoned)

his stuffing gone

no ears, no tongue… one leg gone

many passed him by 🦊❤️

During my morning hike I spotted a stuffed dog that was abandoned at the side of the trail. He was in terrible shape -  ripped, torn and most of his stuffing was gone. The morning rain made his  muddy fur shimmer. The sight of him tugged at my heart strings. I picked his soggy, broken body up and put him in my back pack. We proceeded on our way. Along the way I thought, “How will I make him whole again?” 🦊❤️

 

587. a picture just won’t do it…

i have no picture

that i can post to show you

air suddenly warm  🦊❤️

I am often left feeling helpless to photograph what I have suddenly encountered on the trail. So much of what I encounter can’t be seen… but they’re there. A sudden blast of warm air on a chilly spring morning… two wood peckers riveting back and forth to each other…air full of whistling wind… just a few.  🦊❤️