5,7,5 – 365 29th September 2015

5,7,5 – 365 
29th September 2015  

A haiku and a diary entry everyday for a year.  

Lynne came up to meet me at work and we went out for lunch in St Luke’s Gardens, then a coffee with Guinness and beetroot cake, turning what would have been an otherwise dull day into something special. Good job I had a pullover to wear in the afternoon. 

  
Lunch out with a friend

Laughing, talking, having fun

Chilli down my shirt

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5,7,5 – 365 28th September 2015

5,7,5 – 365

28th September 2015

A haiku and a diary entry everyday for a year.  

 

The level expanse of our fenland landscape is dominated by the wide horizon and the big skies. The lunar eclipse may have been a little harder to observe here because of the curling mist that rose up out of the dykes, a problem aggravated by celestial bad timing – I mean 3.00 in the morning, what were they thinking. But never mind, we are still blessed with little light pollution and unhindered views. No two sunsets are the same and I never tire of watching them from the front gate. The full moon rising in the east always looks enormous, the progress of the planets can easily be followed and we can clearly see the Milky Way splashed across the night sky. We have seen meteors, observed the International Space Station crossing overhead and seen the black silhouettes of migrating geese against the starlit sky. So we missed the blood red moon, the nights here are ever full of wonder.

 

Above our heads

Roman gods and space hardware

Unseen calling geese

 

5,7,5 – 365  27th September 2015 

5,7,5 – 365 

27th September 2015 

  

A haiku and a diary entry everyday for a year.  

 

It’s Sunday evening and there is a lunar eclipse and lunar perigee, peaking in the wee small hours tonight. Do we get up when there is work in the morning or leave it and catch it in four years? Decisions, decisions.  

 

Blood red moon tonight

Go see it at 0300 

Or 2019

5,7,5 – 365 26th September 2015 

5,7,5 – 365  

26th September 2015 

 

A haiku, another tattoo and a diary entry everyday for a year.  

 

Eight weeks ago yesterday, I got this tattoo done by the very talented Hannah Willison. A one of a kind, bespoke design, it’s the dream of the moon gazing hare. My second tattoo and all I could think of during the whole process was what to get done next. I’m going with the Spanish moon moth. 

  

  

 

My dream is the Hare

The Hare’s Dream, the cold bright Moon

Silent, She dreams not

 

 

 

 

#haiku #hannahwillison #hare 

5,7,5 – 365 25th September 2015 

5,7,5 – 365

25th September 2015

A haiku and a diary entry to cheer you up, every day for a year.  

A quiet Friday at home leaves me with maybe too much time to reflect. Look away if your glass is always half full or you don’t like listening to Leonard Cohen in the dark.

I say too much time but the terrible truth about life is that we have too little time. No, that’s not quite right, the terrible truth is the inescapable passage of time. Whatever plans and provisions we make, we will all inevitably die (I did say look away). I know that I will die, although funnily enough, I can sort of live with that. I find it much harder to cope with the thought of losing Laila, of there being no us. I cannot in any way come to any sort of terms with the fact that one day, hopefully after we are both long gone, our children will die. Already, with each step they have taken I have been all too painfully aware of what is lost along the way; the little things they stopped doing or saying as they have grown up have gone forever. To borrow a Buddhist term, life is unsatisfactory. Whilst I acknowledge that fact, I cannot find in myself any acceptance of it.

Now, where did I put those Leonard Cohen CDs, I had a best of The Smiths somewhere too?

 

Inescapable

The traveling hands of time

Sweeping all away


 

 

 

#haiku #time #😀 

5,7,5 – 365 24th September 2015

5,7,5 – 365 
24th September 2015 

A haiku and a diary entry, for almost every day for a year. 


I’ve skipped a few days. Whatever! Rules are meant to be broken. As for excuses? Well, we’ve been busy.  

Our son Harry went off to university today. We are very proud of him, he worked very hard and did well enough in his A Levels to get his first choice of university and now he’s away to study politics, determined to change the world. 

In the run up to today we’d both been thinking that perhaps this would leave us free to do more of things we enjoy, this was going to be the start of “us time”. I expected the waterworks when we left him – I cry listening to music, I’ve even been brought to tears reading a books fly cover in a shop. Coming home I wasn’t just struck by the mess he’d left in his room, it always looks like that. It wasn’t all the laundry he’d left behind and will probably need, we did wonder why he only had four pairs of underpants with him. What hit us both was how empty the house felt.

We thought we’d be free

But come home to realise

We live alone now

 

 

 

 #haiku

5,7,5 – 365  21st September 2015

5,7,5 – 36521st September 2015 
A haiku, a tattoo and a diary entry, every day for a year.  



Today, in order to play catch up, I cheat and steal a haiku. In fact I steal a favourite haiku from my favourite book, one read and reread over and over; Peter Matthiessen’s ‘The Snow Leopard’. If you’ve not read it then you must, I firmly believe that everybody should read it at least once. I have many copies and will happily lend you one.  
On cloud-trails I go

Alone, with the chattering porters.

There is a crow. 

 

  

  

 

 

#haiku #thesnowleopard #petermatthiessen #tattoo