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Carpe Diem #1113 The Pilgrimage starts --- the prologue
seeking cleansing
the longest of pilgrimages
housekeeping
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Carpe Diem #941 Heart The blue-eyed, blond haired boy stole my heart when he was just a kicking fetus. The love continued to grow as we watched him coo, then talk his special talk. Grandaddy, (Nandad) always let him play with the tool box. Screwdrivers were i-dikers. Caboose was bagoose. The Playskool Tyke Bike was and is nooden-nooden. When looking for someone, he would say their name in a sing song, quizzical fashion while shaking his head in a negative fashion. He now uses words he learned during his college and grad school years two decades ago. These words are not nearly as fun as those precious made up toddler words. thunderclap acts as a bossy stormhorn rainbrella time! © Janice 'petra domina' Adcock Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI
Lovely, Janice!! So many underlying meanings packed here. Happy New Year to you and Gene...health and many more amazing trips.
ReplyDeleteWishing you the best in the new year, Cheryl-Lynn. We are staying close to home for a while till the funding rebuilds for yet another trip!
DeleteHousekeeping? It sounds different, butas i look closer and re-read this haiku in response on our first prompt of 2017 then I think "Yes ... housekeeping is a kind of meditation and can also work like a pilgrimage in your own surroundings".
ReplyDeleteWell, there are two edges to the sword of housekeeping. One is it seems to never end.... The other is I find it cathartic to clean. A way to get things in order both physically and mentally. To sort through the cobwebs both in my home and in my mind... So, yes, housekeeping.
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