Lousy Haiku

Nature’s enemies
Await a loving season
Nature’s call to arms

(I am not satisfied with this haiku. I like the reference to spring and the play on "arms" because it looks like Riley is holding Mystery in his arms. But there's something better out there. I can't find it right now. )

Today will hold more of life's balancing principle. Because I'm sober and able to do difficult things, I'll be taking my demented mom on a drive through the blooming orchards and green hills of my countryside. By the grace of God, I'll be able to do it lovingly, without falling apart.

Later, the five grandchildren will descend on our house, fill it with their exuberance, and chomp their way through their grandfather's homemade tacos.

Next, I'll pay a visit and eat dinner with my friend who has Parkinson's, and we'll have good conversation, filled with laughter.

Finally, I'll come home and thank the good Lord for my day and my life. A situation I worried about all month resolved itself yesterday without effort on my part, thanks to a woman with 25 years of sobriety. I finally prayed for calmness and acceptance, and within half an hour, the problem was completely put to rest. That one goes into my memory bank, building my reservoir of hope. I love the journey of recovery.

Difficulties are always balanced by reasons to rejoice.

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My Cat Writes Haiku

Katie the cat has taught me many universal truths.

I spy strange new worlds

That might enlighten my own

Just beyond my reach.

Plastic sack on bed
When employed a different way
Cheap entertainment.

Things that bar my way
Scoot a little to the right
Have an end in sight.

A soft red pillow
With the proper kind of touch
Can become a bed.

My throne a trash can
I can see a distant shore
With eyes wide open.