This week has been beyond the beyond.
Hard news.
Man-made and accidental disasters.
Political foolishness.

Meanwhile?
The sun rises and sets, rises and sets.
With beauty and intention.
So predictable, loyal, steady, sustaining….

Haiku 18

Don't leave a party
Stay until the bitter end
Kick up a fuss, Sun!

It is my greatest parental joy to watch as my daughters discover their own passions and act on them.
They have grown from tiny babies into really kind of extraordinary people.
I love and admire so many of their choices. So much of what they do.

And then every so often there are these things, like a 12-year-old hurling herself off a 7 meter platform into a pool, that put a lump in my throat. I actually still love and admire it, but often through squinted eyes with a lump in my throat.

Haiku 17

She's a flying fish
My daughter dives; my heart stops
Which of us is brave?

Not much need for extraneous explanation here, I'm afraid.
A busy Tuesday — plans and appointments — derailed when a 12-year-old bites down on a simple bagel…

Haiku 16

Today's best-laid plans
scuttled for a daughter's bite
and broken bracket

Today was a dark day that started brightly.
Or a bright day that ended badly.

Isn't that the way things like this go?

So often we don't know which miraculous or horrific things we'll meet on any given day.

Suddenly, a bright day in Boston — the streets packed with people from everywhere, celebrating the joy and determination, the strength and dedication, the deep tradition and utter wackiness that is a marathon — turns into sorrow and mayhem.

There's hardly a thing to say.
We have faith that justice will be served.
We have hope that goodness will prevail.
And we grieve the loss of lives and limbs and innocence.

I'm a runner of many, many years — too slow to ever make Boston but there in spirit.
This is wholly inadequate, but for now it's all I've got.

Haiku 15

Each time we lace up
it's a promise and a wish
to start and finish

My husband tries valiantly with his vegetables each year.

It's tricky.
We have a lot of shade trees.
We have a dog who digs.
We have hot sun and drought.

But he whistles and digs and weeds and whistles and culls until, inevitably, something always grows.

Aren't plants miraculous?
No wonder there are fairytales about them…

Haiku 14

My sweetheart is Jack
just waiting for his beanstalk.
The giant waits too.

When my sister and brother-in-law lived in East Africa, they had this awesome outdoor wok made for us.
It's called a marika and when we car camp (as opposed to backpack) we bring it with us.

It provides a lot of bang for the buck:
REALLY yummy easy cooking
A pretty impressive-looking feat
Fun

Haiku 13

Camping, end-of-day
Veggies on an open flame
Rainbow without rain

With a climate like ours, we can camp nearly all year round.
But, here's the thing. We don't.
We're busy.
Weekends fill up.
Time flies.

But this weekend we made it happen.
It was everything it was supposed to be.
Lucky us.

Haiku 12

Who needs the indoors
when it's spring time in Texas
and the trees are tall?

There was a time I could not believe I was buying a minivan.
What did it say about me, my life, my focus, my aesthetic, my rapidly-dimming hipness?

Nowadays, I just can't believe how old that minivan is.
How one of the automatic doors doesn't work anymore.
How full of dog hair it is, no matter the vacuuming.
How many many miles we've put on it driving across town and across country.

I think it's fair to say I'm fond of the dang thing and mourning her age a little.
There. I said it.

Haiku 11

So many long miles —
one hundred forty-six grand!
Maintenance required.

Things start early at our house, well before the sun comes up.
The cats cry to be fed, the pup wants a walk.
Gym clothes are missing. Permission slips need to be signed.

It's Wednesday, right smack-dab in the middle of the week, and we try to wipe the slate clean and call it morning.

Haiku 10

Wednesday rise and shine
with leftover Easter eggs
Each bite a fresh start

Sometimes when you're in a hurry there's nothing like a little time on the trail to slow you down.
Especially if a caterpillar's in your way.

Haiku 9

Today rushes by
This caterpillar comma
says hold up, slow down