As the winner of the Haiku Challenge "Veneer" I am honored with both the Badge of Great Honor and the duties of hosting. This week, the theme is, appropriately enough for my 20 this week, "Pacific". I do believe that the word has a broad spectrum of meanings not limited to the ocean, or North America or even nature. Although, as we have learned from Master Basho's Ghost, indicating a season is a good practice.
Two early entries:
The Wild Pacific.
And over Sado Island:
River of Heaven.
- Troll
High translucent crest,
roaring into the shoreline
Cowabunga dude!
- Karl
You may enter as often as you like. The haikus will be assessed and judged by a panel of California people that my Mom has assembled. The winner will be announced on Wednesday morning, and will be awarded the Badge of Great Honor and a fine archival print of one of my best Pacific photographs.
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Seeker: "where can I find the best chai on Earth"
Babaji: "This secret must not be reveled to the undeserving. Therefore, I will whisper it in your left ear once, just like the rishis of ancient times did when they imparted deep secrets to their students. You will find this nectar in Half Moon Bay, California at 101 Main Street"
Raman's Chai Shop. I loved it. I have had chai maybe one other time. I asked Raman to prepare it as he would like. This seemed to please him. It was very very good with pieces of fresh nutmeg swirling in the elixir. I was amused (no, delighted) by the signs in his shop. Instead of writing "Please don'ts", his notes offered opportunities for character development, and spoke with some degree of authority as well:
A folk art duo played their original songs in the shop which was attended by a nice selection of generations; mothers and children, road worker guys, us, lots of ladies and couples sipping chais at tables arranged around a stage set under a hindu painting Hanuman a part monkey and part man figure bowing prostrate before Surya. While Raman was in the back of his shop, a lady came in and started calling for him. When he emerged, he instructed her to not be so impatient. I just smiled. I really liked Raman.
After Chai, we stopped at the Hastings House, which is one of the most lovely gardens I have ever seen. In addition to being a riotous explosion of color, the composition was masterful. Consideration of shape and texture was a priori and the artist/gardener Linda said that photographing a garden in black and white was a great way to work on garden design so that you are not distracted by the colors. Clearly flowers love cool consistent diffused light. Proof:
Last night on my way to the beach at dusk, I saw this rabbit. I miss the companionship of animals; the Rhodesians and my hens. I think the reason I don't travel more is I hate to leave my animals. I miss my husband too - but I never worry about him like I do our beloved pets. Im sure he is taking great care of them, and appreciate him loading the hens and traveling with them. It takes a special man to endure that.
Today, we are headed to the farmer's market, and of course the Moon Ceremony is tonight. Have a great weekend everyone, and don't forget to submit your Haiku.
Oh gosh. That isn't my entry! That's a translation of a Basho haiku from 1696! My own, original and not nearly as good, will be forthcoming.
ReplyDeleteKarl inspired:
ReplyDeleteRiotous colors
expressed b'neath half moon light.
Cowabunga blooms!
Chickory photos:
Hydrangea envy,
Pacific pinks for your Mom!
Mine look like bruises.
I love that top photo - you must be loving being by the sea xo S
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photos.
ReplyDeleteVery good, Fishy!
Here are mine:
Golden Mountain
Land of Golden Dreams
lures with shimmer, and betrays.
Mirage, far from home.
(visual at my blog)
Hawaiian Honeymoon
palm fronds and flowers
blushing limbs and seaspray tang
lava buries us
Cedar Closet
Mohair sweater hangs;
a bittersweet souvenir
of Sausalito.
South ———. Swimming in it . . .
ReplyDeleteLike Rodgers’, Hammerstein’s heirs:
Nothing like a dame.
September plunge brings
Santa Monica surprise.
Warm sun; sea fall fresh.
Like the bright orange flowers pix.
ReplyDeleteHaiku sent via e-mail.
101 Main Street:
ReplyDeleteChurlishness denied.
Raman's peace shall reign upon
the unwasteful
Nothing but jealous whimpers from me, for those gorgeous stripey roses.
ReplyDeleteHave a brilliant time away. Enjoy your ceremony my darling.
Southern Oscillation
ReplyDeleteA boy or a girl?
December's choice warms or cools.
Real Climactic Change.
Corp of Discovery
Courageous Captain:
"Ocean in view. O! The Joy!"
Wet winter awaits.
I have somewhat different versions up with visuals at the Troll Stroll. I thought they depended too much on the visuals for clarity.
Drinkin' chai, strolling gardens, flirting with bunny wabbits?
ReplyDeleteI will whisper this in your ear just once: "Aren't you supposed to be working?"
Troll: I am going to enter it anyway, and see how everyone stacks up against Basho.
ReplyDeleteFishy: oh dear. bruised hydrangeas. and the alkaline didnt help? Loverly haikus.
susan: its very beautiful. i dont miss the heat or the bugs. But I do miss my forest home. I cant help it.
fleur: you are the master (mastress?) of beauty tempered with wistfulness; melancholy. Golden mountain is my favorite
czar: culture and nature. Youre covered! Santa Monica surprise. flowin....
xl: Got it! thanks and great visual
Fishy: oh..great strategy. there will be friends of Raman in the circle of judgement.
roses: I have astonishing photos from the Moon ceremony. Wait til you see. very mystic. appropriately. Candy Cane roses.
Troll: very clever. el nina? el nino! Both have their good points, depending on your 20. the second? hmmm my free association may be incorrect. better check the picture.
Moi: Im about half finished with the work. Ive laid the structure down. TOday I will shoot video in the redwood forest and then knock off; head for the City to hang out with a friend for the afternoon. On monday? Back to the rock pile for real.
Neither hippie nor
ReplyDeleteholy holds the key. Peace, bro?
Fight the current’s flow.
Vortex of refuse ..
ReplyDeleteGreat Pacific Garbage Patch:
Plastics, sludge, debris.
Okay,
ReplyDeletelove the photos, the colors, the chai master. will you sponsor me when i move out there?
Oh-oh Can't count please disregard
ReplyDelete101 Main Street.
Pacific vibe:
Churlishness declined.
Raman's peace shall reign upon
all unwasteful guests :-)
I wish Raman would start a movement with these ideas! Would love to see more thoughts from him.
ReplyDeleteMy entry:
Cranky baby cries;
his bottle is not ready.
here's pacifier.
Hi Chickory.
ReplyDeleteI have 2 entries for this week if I'm not too late!
Great Barrier Reef
Coloured kaleidoscope
Beauty lies beneath
Battle of the North
Japanese unrelenting...
Them Yanks sure could fly!
With Visuals over at mine!
Your trip looks fantastic!
I'm loving the photos!
fantastic hydrangeas!
ReplyDeletePacific Pinnipeds
Remember how we
climbed mist sprayed rocks--And the
stench of Sea Lions?
ESALEN
ReplyDeleteGhosts of Kerouac,
Huxley; Human potential-
clothing optional.
Becauase I love you:
ReplyDeleteLake Burning, car full
travelling to a new coast,
my forever home.
xoxo. Cool post. My ora is feeling churlish. Is that bad?
Aunty does Beat/New Age. Yow. Woman's got more turns than your average bag o' pork rinds.
ReplyDeleteGood morning Chickory,
ReplyDeleteWatching bubbles rise
Decompression pondering
Half Moon Bay haiku
Seductive Sarongs
Trade winds, baguettes and Bordeaux
Tahiti beckons
August Forty Five
Uranium's fury
Ends Pacific War
All Right Darth, you scared me into it. Here's something reminiscent of my days on the west coast.
ReplyDeleteWild waters to left.
Certain death highway - pshaw!
Frisco here I come!
Got your message! I do have one above with a play on the word pacific (not literally the ocean) ... so here's another one.
ReplyDeleteCalifornia dreams
were manifest destiny.
Young man going west.
Love the seductive sarongs from Karl
ReplyDeleteIt SOUNDS like a Gauguin painting!
Pacific:
Phosphorescent waves
heave upward , reaching point break,
curling into me
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ReplyDeleteIMAGINE
ReplyDeleteYou may say I'm a
dreamer;Strength is peace. Price of
pacifism? War.
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ReplyDeleteBodega Bay Baleen
ReplyDeleteBeneath moon-silvered
waves, Ancients of the Deep rise.
Blue--blue as lupines.
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!!! Saving a link to this...will be the perfect view on a cold, wintery day!!!
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