Haiku Oracle Challenge, Day 19

IDay 19
How to achieve world peace?

this old village
in a world of one colour
the cicada’s cry

We need to move on from old thoughts, old patterns, old worn beliefs that we consider comfortable and move beyond our monochrome homogenised worlds that pit one absolute against others.

It’s time to embrace the kaleidoscope of humanity and revel in our differences, appreciate and honour them, whilst finding the commonalities that bind us together. Unity in diversity.

And we must listen to the cries of those that cut through. We must work to comfort, support and assist those in need, those in pain. Because it’s far too easy to suddenly become the displaced, the ostracised, the maligned, the hated, the ‘other’ because we allowed the distress of others to go unheeded, unheard, undefended.

We are first and foremost a single tribe. Until we work from that most basic of premises, there will always be one side against another. 

Time to leave the old village behind and build a new one where everyone is welcome.

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Postcardia-cum-Poetica #29

Made from scratch from a pilfered holiday brochure (nabbed specifically for the front cover image which I then discovered was twice as big because it folded out) and words from the Elyora baggie of page fragments.

Quite happy with the way it turned out. Gothic with gothic with gothic.

Elyora Goodreads Giveaway

These are all in the post today – copies of Elyora won by people who entered the Goodreads Giveaway. I’m ecstatic to know there will be a copy in England, Norway, the Czech Republic, Indonesia and Poland.

Because I was late in getting these out, I made litttle egg shaped book marks using The Paprly Shop’s free Easter download, each has a personalised message on the back. Felt good to add something handmade.

There’s also postcards headed to the USA and Europe along with this mail out, a tarot bag to the USA and a bookmark to Melbourne. The next lot of bookmarks I’ll offer only to my blog subscribers as so far I’ve only shared them on Instagram.

It’s now time for a cup of tea and a rest before it’s the school run and the rest of the afternoon’s domesticities.

What was the last non -bill or -bumf related article to arrive in your letter box?

Haiku Oracle Challenge, Day 18

Day 18
Oracle card + haiku cards


coolness of the melons
this old village
moonlight slanting

Left is my oracle card for the week. Right is the card I drew to try to clarify the meaning of the first (given it was the second week I pulled it in a row!) The haiku – shrug? Not sure any of it is clearer. I’m definitely missing something here.

. . .

I am seeking sweet relief (cool melon) from the tired old-trodden path. The slanted moonlight made me think of the rising moon or the setting moon. So perhaps that it’s time to be done with these old ways, these old oaths, and in doing so I’ll find sweet relief? The end of the illusion. It’s setting.

. . .

I guess perhaps I know more than I realise. The first fight for love is always within you. If I don’t think I’m worthwhile, if I don’t think I’m deserving of being nourished and cherished, loved and appreciated then how am I inviting others to meet me? 

This village is old. And it’s time to move on. Be gone before the sun rises.

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Haiku Oracle Challenge, Days 16 & 17

Day 16
Describe sex


in the morning dew
Spring
the wild duck

I looked up the symbolism for duck – fidelity. Oh yes! Wild fidelity absolutely nails my best description of sex. Ever. Let me be untamed here.

. . .

The start of the poem describes me now. On the other side of radical healing several years ago, from sexual violence as a young woman. On learning the power of deleting and replacing old stories. Of having the guts to choose to be the author of my sexual identity (which has turned out over the years to be more potent than just being able to write a new foundation story!) 

It’s the joy of finding myself in my 40’s with the girlish delight and enthusiasm of a teenager discovering and experiencing all the beauty, sensual delight, intimacy and raw power of sex in all its most positive incarnations.

.   .   .

Day 17
Create a poem about an animal


I keep thinking about
the voices of wild ducks
veiled in morning mist

With the absence of a Phoenix in the pack, I returned to the ducks, and am now thoroughly amused to find them a metaphor for sex. Enough said!

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Haiku Oracle Challenge, Day 15

Day 15
What is emerging

veiled in morning mist
it sang itself
above the dead grass

Something new, something fresh, (a beginning?) that cannot be seen yet but is heard, making itself known over the desolation that’s been left behind.

So I guess I listen.

I’m good at that.

And trusting in the coming dawn

.   .   .

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