Haiku Oracle Challenge, Day 8

IDay 8
Advice for letting go


the wild duck
not interested
into the gloom

A wild animal is only concerned in remembering that which boosts its chances of survival. Everything else is inconsequential to its life and not worth remembering.

This suggests that the best way to let go, is to focus on living, in the now. To have no interest in being tied to or imprisoned by the past. It’s a choice where you go and how you go. It’s always better to travel lighter.

To ask: Is this truly important to a better now or a better future or a better me? If not. Leave it behind. It’s not yours to carry any further.

. . .

I have a penchant for burning. I *love* to write lists of things I no longer want to carry in my heart or my head. And once burned I’m pretty clear (or I try to be) that it’s been released, and with it, my release from it. I can be pretty stubborn in that way.

. . .

I have spent the last few months practising zen detachment. It is not always easy to simultaneously care and be unattached. When I’m in the zone, it is an ecstatic sense of freedom that accompanies it.

Challenge hosted by @otmoraclecards

Haiku Oracle Challenge, Day 2

Today’s prompt: your biggest dream

Part One

had flowered

and sleeps

waking in the night 

.   .   .

It’s okay. I am an eternal optimist. But I have let myself sit on this all day.

The first thing to spring forth from this is: I don’t really have dreams. Big, small, or between. I’m the sort of person who is pretty much okay in the here and now. So I am going to shuffle again and substitute ‘idea’ for ‘dream’ because I’m an ideas person more than a dreamer. Ideas are what sparks my imagination.

It might be easy to believe my best is past, tucked neatly behind the trauma of chronic insomnia, but I don’t actually believe that is true. I’ve done the work needed to be okay with who I was then and who I am now. In short: the stronger, most distilled version of me. Never think of yourself as a shadow of your former self! When you do, you sell yourself short!

What I am thinking is that this tells me I’ve always been able to achieve what I have wanted. Then there is a fallow period. Then the moment where you wake in the night with inspiration that has you reaching for you phone and notes, or pushes you out of bed. That it’s a process. Ever turning. And with that, I am totally okay.

Is it too early to call stalking on a card?

Part Two

a flash of lightning

autumn moonlight

winter solitude 

.   .   .

I’m glad I ran a little word substitute experiment with this – because kapow!! 

My ideas often strike like lightning. And the big idea I am currently working on – Postcardia – came in like that. Then all the little bits came together.

Friday evening (autumn moonlight) I put the finishing touches to the project document including the timeline to finally know what the big date will be. And yes – winter solitude – I am hoping there will be 100 of us sitting down on the solstice (it will be the winter solstice here) to write our first postcards.

This is the very first time I’ve spoken about #Postcardia. There will be more on the project. Keep tuned – especially if you are a lapsed letter writer, someone who enjoys joining in Instagram challenges or an avid art and poetry appreciator who  loves finding and sharing unique art objects. And if that’s not you, perhaps it’s someone you know!