by Alison Wiley
My blog Diamond-Cut Life is a medley of money-saving advice that reduces carbon emissions at the same time, critical thinking on current events and U.S. culture, and a personal journal of treading as lightly and joyfully on the earth as I can. Friendship, community and the arts are big elements for me of treading lightfully and joyfully.
My close friend Colleen and I got together last week for one of our for writing and sleepover retreats. We curl up with her four dogs, sip wine, write haiku and read them to each other, sometimes laughing, sometimes feeling moved. Here is what came from last week’s time together.
Winter
Winter breeds needs the
Summer will fulfill, birthing
New yearnings. Sigh.
Warmth of Libby’s Friendship
Her voice is to my
Heart as coffee mug in my
Hands: penetrating.
Tracks of Time
Saw Christa today
After eighteen years. Hard ones,
By her careworn face.
Verbal Sport
Volleyball-net tense,
He hits, I reject, and the
Ball falls. No one scores.
Absolutely terrific! Particularly fond of Tracks of Time.
I just turned 47. Sometimes when I’m washing my face or brushing my teeth, I examine with detached interest the progression of lines on my face. I half heartedly consider botox or juvederm, but I know I cannot do it. These lines are who I am, they tell my story. I don’t want to look like a caricature of myself. These lines are authentic. Some hard years, some happy years. All permanently etched into my skin and soul. I never want to look into a mirror and not recognize myself.
Great haiku!
Deb, I’m just one year older than you, and can relate to everything you just said about our faces. Thank you for saying it for both of us.