Sometimes things don’t go quite the way you thought they would, but by
giving it a twist and turning it around you can make them into something
even better then you planned in the first place…
A disappointing number of three (yes, 3!) people registered for the
‘workshop by the sea’.
As the date approached – and no new registrations were added – I had to
make a decision: cancel the workshop weekend or – despite the small group -
go for it and transform the weekend into something even more creative…
I choose the latter.
I informed the women about it and one lady withdrew, but the other two
got all enthusiastic when they heard it would be a more intimate weekend.
After all, with such a small ‘group’ they would have the opportunity to learn
more complicated techniques.
The workshop weekend finally came.
I met Elvy and Margot – two friends that were my ‘students’ last weekend
- and we had a blast!
I’m facing strange weeks…
(Photo: Google streetview)
No haiku today, but a poem my mum wrote in 1987
It says it all…
” Vandaag verhuist ons kind. Zijn kamer
ligt verborgen als een woord in een gedicht
dat nog niet af is, maar dat een vergezicht
geeft op iets waar voor ons samen nu
geen plaats meer is…”
(fragment uit ” Vlissingen Boulevard ” ,
dichtbundel: Voorheen te Orisande )
“Today our baby moves. His room lies
hidden as a word in a not yet finished
poem, but already gives a view
on something where there is no
room for the both of us…”
(excerpt from ‘Vlissingen Boulevard’
poetry collection ‘Voorheen te Orisande’)
(My son found a room in one of those big, old houses in the city where
he studies, and will be moving out on November 1st…)
Although this isn’t a haiku, I do put a link to ‘Haiku my Heart‘.
I’m sure the participants will forgive me for publishing this poem today.