Haiku & Other Poetry, History, Travel, tutto e niente

Calling All Boots-Flashback Friday

This Fandango Friday Flashback post was originally part of a FOWC from on October 17, 2018! I failed to say what that original prompt was and Fandago’s domain has changed, so who knows? My bad.

Whatever it was, I worked it into my blog for an upcoming trip. I cannot believe that it’s been seven years since we embarked on this crazy driving epic! It turned out to be a an eventful and fun trip. I blogged the whole adventure, so for anyone who may be interested in some random road pics, history lessons, art museums, music memories, middle of the night fire alarms, rants about the orange one, and BOOTS, you can find them all here: 

 Calling All Boots (this is also posted below) 

Two Days Before Dawn  

Alarm Bells

Finally! It’s the Road Trip Epilogue 

You can also find some other travel adventures via my TRAVEL tab. Although, sadly the realities of life have reduced our travel life considerably. Oh well.  I’m happy to say we are no longer stuck in Florida, so I don’t need to drive to the Fall. It finds me! 

So please enjoy my happy (and some not so happy-I’m looking at you MAGA) memories and if you can please support your local NO KINGS events. 

ORIGINALLY POSTED ON 10/17/2018: 

Today’s prompt from FOWC inspired me (one could say it prompted me) to say a few words about the road trip that begins when my husband and I rise Thursday morning at the beautifully dark hour of 4:30AM and hit the road by 5:30.

“Where ya headed?”

Glad you asked. We are going north to escape the endless summer that has wrapped Florida in its deadly grip. We seek the Fall! Memories of cute boots and scarves and blue jeans and sweaters beckon.

“Come to me!!” They call.

“Wear me.” They tease.

“Wrap me.” They whisper.

I am tingling with excitement.

Oh and I get to see friends and family too. So it’s a win-win.

Of course this road trip includes a giant triangle of driving—South Florida to middle Illinois to Washington DC to south Florida—so it’s possible I’ll change my mind about the win-win. But for now I’ve got the pod casts downloaded and the play lists set.

Here we come autumn!

Updates to follow 🎃 but here’s a haiku to keep you warm till then. It’s not great but … BOOTS!!

As the moon falls low

We rise for a journey long

Seeking boots of fall

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unguarded wonder

a moon so intense

I imagine heroin

unguarded wonder

my mind immersed in brightness

trying to find my way home

Photo by Jesus Toledo on Pexels.com

 Thanks for the inspiration to FOWC and Tanka Tuesday.

 

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undone

reaching for triumph      

a quiver reveals the way

filters omitted 

undone by a single sigh

cracking the moment open

sea wave in close up photography
Photo by Emiliano Arano on Pexels.com

 

Inspired by FOWC of OMIT

Also inspired by a mistake! I somehow managed to get the wrong word list for this week’s Wordle but I used all but one word (!) so I’m sharing it anyway 😉

Triumph, Reveal, Way, Quiver, Sigh, Moment, Cracking, Expansive, Filter, Undone, Reach

 

 

 

 

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Crashing My Morning Mediation

What activities do you lose yourself in?

In the days of yore, my two favorite morning activities (after coffee of course) were bike riding and writing. Each offered a safe space where the passing of time seemed to disappear. The rhythmic pace of the peddling and the quiet tap of the keyboard were all I needed to reach a zen-like state. For many years, they were the flip sides of my morning meditation routine.

I can still lose hours writing (although “lose” seems like the wrong word because it’s wonderful to be in that zone), but my biking experience has changed.

Two years ago, I crashed. And now, among other things, I’m full of titanium.

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I still bike, but I’ve lost that ability to get lost in the moment. Instead, I’m a bit obsessed with scrutinizing every bump. And holding my breath. And bracing for possible impact. I feel trapped in that last second before the world comes crashing down.

(It’s remarkably similar to how I feel about the world in general. We’ve clearly gotten stuck in the worst timeline. Reagan’s repulsive Morning in America campaign escalated the Doomsday clock and we’re hurtling towards the end. The courts won’t save us. VOTE BLUE.)

But, I digress …

I feel trapped but I’m not. I keep moving. I remind myself to feel the rhythm when I peddle. Avoid the obstacles, but also notice all the beauty around me. And to breathe.

I’m hopeful that someday soon, I’ll once again be able to lose myself in the moment.