how important are daily posts?

haiku for today (and a few extra to make up for recent no-post days):

Seeing red mourning

parade: caterwauling lies

across DMZ

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late December moon’s

false smile jeers against blackdrop

lopsided guide home

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stars spit sarcasm

like hypocrites in church pews

bared teeth grimaces

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Brookside’s gardens glow

360 degrees

year-round delight!

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rainbow strings at night

dolphins in pools of blue

cultivated glee

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hard frost nips knuckles

curtain calls spotlight true verve

facsimiles banned!

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[*haiku notes:  I’m bending the rules of haiku, developing my own haiku style ~ but finding the 5/7/5 (syllables per line) allows me to express the days’ experiences well]

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I do eclectic well.

Recent days have been filled with sunshine and rain, lightness and darkness, natural light and man-made lights, joys and sorrows.

All of this is perfect backdrop (or blackdrop) for year-end reflection, for new year planning and goal-setting.

I wonder whether anyone ‘gets’ similar meaning from my haiku, whether the general sense of what I’m writing to is coming through, whether when I reread these haiku months from now I will recall the driving forces behind them?

And I ponder whether it matters?

When I began this blog several weeks ago, I was determined to write at minimum one haiku per day.  I’ve already broken that pledge (but have written the equivalent of one haiku per day; does that count?).  Is it important to write each day?  My answer is “Yes!”  My reasons for this are that the purpose was to develop discipline, to develop my blogging voice beyond that of ‘just haiku’ (although the haiku experience has been rewardingly rich for me already), to improve my proficiency in using WordPress.

So I will re-commit to trying, no matter how weary, to post at least one haiku per day, to work toward one haiku PLUS a worthwhile blog post per day. And I will try to write earlier in the day.

Time will tell; it always does.


passions and compassions

haiku for today:

blue, bare, blustery

woodsmoke drifts across sunlit

backyard chill: dreamland

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These are two of my favorite words.

Earlier today I was writing a post for Steve Hargadon’s “Teacher 2.0” challenge activity related to discovering/rediscovering passions.  I’m copying most of that post here:


The H tree!

~ growing, admiring, photographing flowers; carefully picking and designing floral bouquets and arrangements to give to others

~ walking and photographing in natural settings, walking in lovingly cultivated garden areas

~ reading and writing

~ intentional dialogue groups

My paternal grandmother taught me to identify flowers, observe their preferred growing conditions — beginning at a very early age. This love of flowers has been a strong steadfast joy in my life ever since.  Most people who have met me know this about me — often at the very first meeting!

I was privileged to grow up on a 32-acre farm (agricultural farm) with 3 ponds, two creeks, woods, fields (with Native American arrowheads turning up once in awhile!), and with parents, an uncle, grandparents, and two other nature-loving families living on those 32 acres along with my family.  Ample opportunities to explore nature, learn from nature, abounded.  In addition, my dad planned wonderful family outings and camping trips to explore beyond our farm.

My dad was an avid reader, my mom read to us frequently. Our home included a substantial library. I recall being quite proud of my ‘always with a nose in a book’ status, and striving to borrow and read more books than anyone else my age from school and local libraries.  Currently, I continue to read an average of 3 or more novels per week.

Intentional dialogues:  Sometimes I’m accused of not knowing how to have fun (but do not believe this is an accurate accusation) because I prefer meaningful activity over meaningless activity most of the time. Meaningfulness is subjective, at least to some degree.

I’ve been teased because I often actually like meetings (well-organized, well-facilitated meetings).

I like learning opportunities.

I like listening to people speak about their passions, their compassions.

Freshman year discussions — sitting with classmates on sofas, chairs, floors, bunk beds — sharing as we probed philosophical questions: loved it!

Anti-racism  Undoing racism / Dialogue on race groups have been important, still are important, in my life.

Intercultural groups, Parent groups, class assignment groups, community groups, all of these and more = fit into the realm of what I refer to as intentional dialogue.  And while I agree that talking is not enough, I also passionately believe that intentional dialogue is a needed part of any process of change.

I would be surprised if people didn’t recognize my passions and compassions fairly quickly; a poker-face I have not! This is true for ‘students’ as well as colleagues or any other citizen of the world I might meet.

Passions and talents: how are they different?  I’m smiling as I read this question, think about my response to this question, smiling because the two words/meanings hadn’t crossed paths in my mind until I read the question.


I do have some talent at floral design, at speed-reading, comprehension, teaching reading, writing, listening, caring, building community.  But I believe it’s my passions that enable those talents to emerge.  There are a few people who seem to have innate talents, but unless those talents are presented, explored, shared, developed with a passion at their core, they lack meaningfulness.

Do I spend as much time ‘as I need to’ focusing on my passions?  hmmm….  If I were given the scale of “rarely / sometimes / usually / always” I would respond, “Usually.”

Compassions generate and perpetuate meaningfulness.

Pursuing my passions generates healing, healing generates energy to persist in following, acting upon my compassions.

Interesting reflections…

What do you agree with?  Disagree with?  Why?  How would you respond to any or all of the above-referenced questions?


personal mission statements

haiku for today:

autumn’s mission sweeps

leaves across mental landscapes

full moon bolsters hope

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Where do you begin when composing a personal mission statement?

What words come to mind when you brainstorm the phrase personal mission statement?

How does one write a personal mission statement that reads unique to who you are?

brainstorming "personal mission statement"