I cannot NOT be inspired to write of this life, share my work and the miracles therein. We have been
instructed by Frank at dversepoets.comto write a Haibun today of something “pleasantly surprising”.
She and I spoke of her friend who had lost her husband suddenly that morning. Then, she told me the exciting news of her daughter expecting a baby girl in May. From a thin frown, her facial expression turned to the most full, radiant smile. Christmas greetings and hugs were exchanged among the intimate small crowd of docents gathered for the afternoon holiday event. As we warmed hands over a small brambling fire, a family of deer gathered to feed in the meadow nearby.
I had no idea that morning what the day held. I could not have imagined such distinctly meaningful moments happening simultaneously and in the particular sequence they unfolded into the evening. The contrast some days is not as evident, but the enigma is always there for us to reflect on and imbibe.
Pain and joy exist
Tears part of happiness