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Sigh | Sun dips in glass lake, apricot clouds color me. | Loon's call haunts my heart. | HartHaiku.com

Sigh | Sweet memories

sigh | |(sigh for) feel a deep yearning for (someone or something lost, unattainable, or distant).

In my case, a nostalgic remembrance of summer vacations at the lake, close to nature and family, release from worry or care, just being. Why does the loon’s call haunt me? In short, the significance to my parents. Loons mate for life. And the loon’s call over the lake during those sweet summer days.

Try to “just be” today, if you possibly can, and make some sweet memories. Embrace the ones you love. Feel gratitude for all of life’s gifts.

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Lifetime | Your life is precious, so spend your moments wisely. Tick-tock, tick-tock, oops they're gone! | HartHaiku.com

Lifetime | Cherish now

“Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn” are the profound last lines of the poem, Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day, by Delmore Schwartz. It’s a beautiful philosophical ponderation on the passage of time, with a particularly great wrap-up last stanza.

The seconds, minutes, hours tick away relentlessly. Our lives are busy, and inundated with many distractions and responsibilities. Lately I’m looking at my age and the years that have passed, and thinking, “Wow! It’s going faster than I ever could have imagined at age 18.”

Realistically, we don’t have time to sit around and ponder endlessly about the value of time and our lives. But, it’s useful to carve out a little time (from time to time) for such introspection. Because your life IS precious, and the clock IS ticking. Ask yourself in this moment, are you spending it the way you would really like to? In reply to that, I will close with the beginning lines of my own poem, called Tick-tock Madman:

That round evil man
with his shallow pretty face
leers from my wall.
Cruelly and incessantly
he chips away at my life
with his sharp little pick-axe.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

My days mete out
in an endless dribble of
task and responsibilities.
And he watches me.
Be on time, get it right!
Get up again, do it again.
And again, and again, and again.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The rest of the poem here:  Tick-tock Madman.  Food for ponderation, when you have time.

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Dragon Sprite | Gossamer faerie, neon being of lightness. A fire-breathing fly? | HartHaiku.com

Dragon Sprite | Being light

The magical dragonfly is a fond girlhood memory of summer. Paddling around the lake on sultry afternoons, I loved to watch their iridescent colors flitting among the graceful lily pads. They captivated me.

Legends abound, particularly among indigenous peoples, about the symbolism and teachings of the animal world. They believe that the Earth speaks to us through all living creatures.

Being named after the legendary dragon, there are many meanings (including lightness of being and symbol of change) attributed to the dragonfly in various cultures. More reading on dragonfly symbology here: The Meaning of a Dragonfly: What Does a Dragonfly Symbolize?

Or, simply sit back, relax, meditate on the beautiful photo. And like the dragonfly, be light.

Inspirational quote:

“…What if the point is to stop, then,… and listen to the birdsong, to watch the dragonflies hover, to look at your lover’s face, then up at the undersides of leaves moving together in the breeze? What if the point is to invite these others into your movement, to bring trees, wind, grass, dragonflies into your family and in so doing abandon any attempt to control them? What if the point all along has been to get along, to relate, to experience things on their own terms? What if the point is to feel joy when joyous, love when loving, anger when angry, thoughtful when full of thought? What if the point from the beginning has been to simply be?”  ~ Derrick Jensen, A Language Older than Words

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Wild Interlude 3 | Fair regal Monarch, you ruled my childhood gardens. Where's your kingdom now? | HartHaiku.com

Wild Interlude 3 | Monarch

The beautiful Monarch Butterfly, “king of the garden”, graced my childhood years in notable profusion. The Monarch’s dance of fire among the flowers was a constant summer delight. Sadly, the Monarchs are disappearing.

As this Monarch Butterfly article points out: “Endangered species like lions, elephants and porpoises grabbed everybody’s attention, but the decreasing population of Monarch was only very recently noticed. The U.S Fish and Wildlife Service disclosed recently that from the year 1990, around a billion Monarch butterflies have vanished.”

And a very recent article, January 2019: Are Monarch Butterflies Becoming Extinct?

Why am I writing this Wild Interlude series? Because I am of a generation that remembers when things were different. I want to not only share the beauty of nature, but the realization of what we are now rapidly losing if things don’t change. The negative effects of how we are handling our natural environment are growing exponentially. They have far-reaching permutations and repercussions.

Today, in this moment, drink in the beauty of the regal Monarch Butterfly. See why I miss them?

Inspirational quote:

“We humans think we are smart, but an orchid, for example, knows how to produce noble, symmetrical flowers, and a snail knows how to make a beautiful, well-proportioned shell. Compared with their knowledge, ours is not worth much at all. We should bow deeply before the orchid and the snail and join our palms reverently before the monarch butterfly and the magnolia tree. The feeling of respect for all species will help us recognize the noblest nature in ourselves.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh

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