Thank you for reading! I think the more I act like I was not allowed to as a child, collecting leaves and making random things, the happier I am. It's healing wounds I never knew I had.
Your post today reminds me of a favorite quote from Winnie the Pooh:
āBut it isnāt easy,ā said Pooh. āBecause poetry and hums arenāt things which you get, theyāre which get you. And all you can do is go to where they can find you.ā
Thanks! I'm a little obsessed with working to resurrect the way I approached the world in childhood and in my youth. There was a lot of wisdom in the way I let my intuition take charge.
That opening banner is just gorgeous. Such a great reminder to look around at nature changing around us. Itās about to drop from highs of 28 to 12 this weekend and I love to witness it.
Thank you! I feel the same way about your work! I saw your post arrive in my email, and am looking forward to digging in this evening once my work is done and I have fetched all my children.
Thanks for this reminder - I used to work full-time, and got out each day and walked in all seasons during breaks (in MN). Now finding myself retired (earlier than ever expected but understandable, due to MS) - and even though it was almost twenty-five years of all sorts of comfort, and discomfort (not to mention scary driving) - I truly miss the outdoors.
I just adore this! This is a feeling I know all too well. Most of my poetry centres around nature and just how healing it is to be outside. Thank you for sharing!
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Dude! You're the Henry D Thoreau of haiku! And I so relate to what I might call, "poems of walking inspiration." However, for myself, I tend to see the darker, the decaying sides of my walks. But, that's why I so enjoy your poetry! as it brings me back to the greener side of life.
I had a collection of leaves all my childhood ā¤ļø
When I look at yours tears come to my eyes
As adult I have being collected stones ( in the life meaning ways as well š )
But is true
Iām have many different stones from many different places
I worked with them in my spiritual healing process
They have inside them all secret from all over the world šš
Love your poems Jason
Thank you for sharing your delicate words and work āØ
Thank you for reading! I think the more I act like I was not allowed to as a child, collecting leaves and making random things, the happier I am. It's healing wounds I never knew I had.
Thank you!
This is a perfect haiku and the artwork is spot on!
Thanks!
Thanks Jason.
Your post today reminds me of a favorite quote from Winnie the Pooh:
āBut it isnāt easy,ā said Pooh. āBecause poetry and hums arenāt things which you get, theyāre which get you. And all you can do is go to where they can find you.ā
That's a wonderful quote. I had forgotten about that. Yes, poetry and hums are waiting for us all out there.
So absolutely beautiful, Jason. Your words and notebooks took me back to my childhood - and my childrenās and now my grandchildren too.
Thanks! I'm a little obsessed with working to resurrect the way I approached the world in childhood and in my youth. There was a lot of wisdom in the way I let my intuition take charge.
You do it so well and in a way that brings it out of me. Seeing that the newest generation of ours gets to experience your work. You are so gifted.
We can āsee ā what we watch but we must āfeelā to observe.
Yes! Yes! This is so right! I love this idea of feeling to observe.
āBe where the poetry is happening.ā
I like that a lot!
Thanks!
That opening banner is just gorgeous. Such a great reminder to look around at nature changing around us. Itās about to drop from highs of 28 to 12 this weekend and I love to witness it.
Thank you! I always welcome the cooler weather when it comes and then am elated when it leaves in the spring š¤£
All of this is Delicious! And I love how easy you make it look, Jason. Your work is just so inspiring and energizing.šš„š
Thank you! I feel the same way about your work! I saw your post arrive in my email, and am looking forward to digging in this evening once my work is done and I have fetched all my children.
Thanks for this reminder - I used to work full-time, and got out each day and walked in all seasons during breaks (in MN). Now finding myself retired (earlier than ever expected but understandable, due to MS) - and even though it was almost twenty-five years of all sorts of comfort, and discomfort (not to mention scary driving) - I truly miss the outdoors.
(Forgive the awkward paragraph š)
My husband taught me to always try to get outside if it's stormy - to experience what it feels like to be alive!
Walks are amazing as is being outdoors! It inspires solutions, writing, answers to questions and poetry! I liked the leaf collages.
Thank you!
Beautiful haiku, stunning art and inspiring notebook š, as always š! Iām with you on this. Outside walk every day, no matter the weather!
Thanks! It always surprises me how unhappy I get when I haven't had my walk. I'm like a dog š
birds of a feather, we are. I enjoy all your stuff.
Thanks, Weston!
I just adore this! This is a feeling I know all too well. Most of my poetry centres around nature and just how healing it is to be outside. Thank you for sharing!
Thanks for reading and sharing!
Dude! You're the Henry D Thoreau of haiku! And I so relate to what I might call, "poems of walking inspiration." However, for myself, I tend to see the darker, the decaying sides of my walks. But, that's why I so enjoy your poetry! as it brings me back to the greener side of life.
Thanks! Thatās the coolest thing anyone has ever said about me!
Sitting in a French coffee shop in downtown Los Angeles writing a poem inspired by your article.
in warmthās (soft) embrace,
cozy&pampered i rest.
cold showers? no,
hotbaths that fog (and hug) the room.
blankets(flannel,silk)
fires(warm)
coffee&tea(hot)
late into night's (quiet) realm,
oldleather armchair (worn&loved)
shaped by mothers&sisters, stories(of old)
raindrops on roofs
clean(washed) i feel
wind whispers (hush)
toes dig deep, earth(hot)
clouds? (theyāre) mobiles
hung by God(in the sky)
delight(only) for us.
She plays with mountain hues,
colors(dance) constantly for Her joy.
early morning light seeps
tussled wife&tribe nestled
in sunriseās (gentle) beam.
working(working)working
scribbles&scissors&paint
lifeās canvas, endless and (raw)
miseryās shadow(lurks)
things unchangeable, (heavy)
yet solace found,
in pixels&posts,
loved ones&strangers
where heart(stories) connect.
Glorious! Thanks for sharing this! Now I want to go write in a cafe