I’ve been cleaning out and organizing closets. I feel the shift in the energy in my home, an opening and entry into spaciousness. I woke this morning from a dream where I was noticing corners of my house that were stagnant and holding energy. I was clapping and ringing bells, singing “wake up”. Perhaps that’s what this time together, yet separate, is about, a cleansing release.
A few days ago, I was introduced to the website One Planet Poetry. You write a haiku and in the fourth line add another word. Each “coronaku” is related to the writer’s experience of the pandemic and its accompanying quarantine, self-isolation, and social distancing.
It’s fun. Write a haiku with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third. Then, one word.
Here are mine for the last three days.
Days like waves, tides rise and fall,
Outside knocks within.
Nap time, unscheduled,
Arrives around two, three, four.
Eyelids close both doors.
The moon still hangs, beams,
In morning sky, sun rises,
Two hands holding waves.
Home, a shawl, warming
the heart of energy held,
released, global weave.