Little Daily Haiku

Back in the midst of winter 2022, I began meditating. I would sit on piles of mats and rugs on the frozen earth and look at the desolate oak in front of me. Nothing could be worse you might imagine. But actually, nothing could be better. I don’t want to make this into something contrived about mindfulness, or wellbeing, it was actually a very subtle and gentle exercise. I started it gradually in the autumn and liked it, so I thought, why not do it daily. So from January 2023 I did make a resolution to stick to a practise and see where that lead. This was partly because I’d very recently started and ADHD and Autism diagnosis referral through the NHS. I’d convinced myself to a point, I couldn’t form habits, I couldn’t self improve in any way. I see this, less as trying to change myself, but more so, to be kind to myself in that acceptance. I thought today, a good 7 months into the journey that it might be a good idea to share some of my thoughts each day here, and my Haiku and photo. So here goes. I’m hoping it might shape in to a book someday.

I heard crickets in the grass for the first time this year. I finished my big black journal and felt sad. I felt like I’d been on an important journey with it and now I was alone again with a freshly pressed book that feels alien. Freyja is blaring music in the kitchen.

HAIKU

Curled, redhead, dock

Glowing like a burning pyre

Drowsy morning sun