haiku my heart ~ Between the Lines
Sunday, April 15, 2012 at 11:38AM ;)
This breath… a given,
a miracle forgotten,
in-between the lines…
My Friday haiku had turned into Sunday…
People often ask how I am,
how I am doing…
Fine, I reply.
I’m OK, I say.
But the truth is
that it is a miracle that I get up each day,
dress myself,
and take my dogs for walks…
It is a miracle
that I pay my bills, the mortgage,
that I have a mortgage,
and that there is food in my fridge,
although Milt would tell you,
if he were here,
that I am definitely not a "self-preservation" type on the Enneagram…
So when I have the opportunity to make a labyrinth for someone, one of my favorite things is to mock the design out first in rope. This gives me a sense of the design I’m using and becomes my drawing pad on the ground where my inspiration comes for tweaking and changing and coming up with ideas unique to the installation. It is the place between the lines where I find my breath… this miracle of being…
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Reader Comments (4)
A strange and unsettling place to inhabit, but somehow it sounds normal. You have simply identified it and named it. Warm thoughts always with you.
Lea,
The path of the labyrinth is in-between the lines.
So your Sunday haiku is a pretty one.
Thank you for sharing.
The labyrinth is such a powerful symbol, historically, psychologically, spiritually and socially. Great words.
Sometimes I think we spend so much time thinking about whether we want to color inside or outside the lines, that we forget that the miracle is right here with us, as you say. And actually, the miracle probably doesn't even see the lines at all. This is lovely, Lea!