Black & White Sunday: Wish


Thinking about this prompt, somehow a song from my childhood came to mind. The last line – to be more precise: “The year is white from both ends but right in the middle it gets green…”. I think that would be my wish for the coming 2015 – to have a colouful year with all the tones and undertones, yet not lose the pure beginning and the end. That bright white moment just after and just before…to appreciate everything there has been as well as is yet about to come.
I hope to keep on wishing, I wish to keep on hoping…

Inspire and be inspired!
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Carpe Diem’s Vision Quest *New Moon*

There is a new feature on Carpe Diem, called “Vision Quest”, where our inspiration is a particular haiku, chosen by our Carpe Diem host Chèvrefeuille. This time it is a nice spiritual haiku, written by Chèvrefeuille himself:

new moon
she, our moon will grow again
a new life cycle

The following one is mine, where I tried to stay close to the same mood and spirit:

most secret wishes
released in hopeful whispers
upon a new moon

Carpe Diem’s Vision Quest

Līgo Haibun Challenge – Promise Me Nothing

4157929_orig_1Photo by Ines Williamson

It was a choice between 2 photos on the Līgo Haibun Challenge this week. Since we have just stepped into a New Year, my preference happened naturally…

Walking from the old year into a new one is almost like a walk across a bridge. As short. Or as long. Full of hopes about what is waiting there, on the other side. Memories and thoughts about what has been left behind. A hinge of sadness, a sparkle of joy. Mind full of probabilities and possibilities. Or maybe empty. As empty as possible not to drag along the old negativity, offenses and quarrels. Not only ready once again to accept once the well – known things but also open for surprises. More peace and less fuss. Or the other way around. More smiles and less tears. The ones when heart is wrenching in sadness, not the ones of joy – there can never be too much of the latter ones. And promises. The ones I make to somebody else and the ones made to myself. Plenty of resolutions. About aiming higher, being better, reaching more. Wanting more. Deserving more? Why? Just because I am crossing the bridge? Because in a couple of seconds instead of “13” there is “14” in the numerals of the year? Was I so useless all 365 days before the 1st of January? Does the fact that year is changing really changes me, too? Who am I trying to fool?

There’ s a belief I have heard about. About crossing the bridge one never has before, wishing for something and it would come true. So, crossing this bridge I wish to promise myself nothing. Nothing but simply being myself – for better or for worse but to stay true to the way I am, what I believe in. Everything else? Changes will come, either I want it or not and, being myself, I will be able to face them. Like I always had to. Like I always have. More or less. Before and after every new bridge.

for better or worse
I promise myself nothing
year is still young

Līgo Haibun Challenge