When a memory looms larger than the person or incident, it is time to identify the parts within you that hurt. The cure lies within me, when I expend energy in apportioning blame.
I thank fate for the comfort and softness of the quilt as thoughts of cold enmity freeze my brain. Will I, can I, should I ever shed the burden to move ahead? Spinning wheels beg for release and contact with the road.
I know temperatures are artificially controlled, but I embrace the warmth of freedom.
first snow unfreezes
feet ready to cross thresholds
warm hearts await love
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Love this, Reena ❤
A beautiful haibun!
Sincerely,
David
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Thank you so much, David!
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Such a beautiful and tight provoking haibun.
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Thank you so much!
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Thought * sorry
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Letting go is the only cure… but I think we need to mourn a bit first.
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That is also a valid point. I’d call it processing rather than mourning.
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An insightful reflection on letting go, and a fine tribute to gratitude for it.
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Thank you so much, Frank!
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Beautiful, and sometimes we need to hear positive words.
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Thanks 😂😂
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Reena, this is excellent! Your haibun speaks so much truth. 🙏🏻
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Thank you so much, Colleen!
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Lovely!
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Thanks!
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💕
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