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“Happiness is not a destination. It is a method of life.”
– Burton Hills
Here’s another piece I wrote for the Golden Pen Writers Guild. Our assignment was to write something on “Independence”.
There are many different kinds of “independence.” We have Independence Day every July 4th. There’s independent living, independent study, an independent press, and many others. But when I think independence I always envision hitting the open road.
One online dictionary defines independence as: “freedom from outside control or support: the state of being independent.” It also lists some synonyms: self–sufficiency, self-reliance, self-support. To me, there’s no better way to demonstrate those skills than by leaving everything behind, going to a strange place and living out of a suitcase.
“Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
– Annie Dillard
In the light of day
many things are clearer now—
I can see their shapes;
but it isn’t just my eyes
that I’m using to perceive.
* * *
If you were to seek
something outside of yourself
with an open mind,
you might possibly receive
insight that you’d always sought.
* * *
(The following three Tanka were composed during a trip to Flagstaff, Arizona June 23-26, 2014)
On a summer day
strolling unfamiliar paths
of a college town,
Suddenly came flooding back
thoughts of my own eighteenth year.
* * *
A cool breeze through trees,
the scent of Ponderosa,
nature’s vistas open up
filling me inside with joy.
* * *
Bright and colorful
masterworks of aged hands
lovingly reveal a past
when gods helped their people thrive.
* * *
On June 18, I gave a brief presentation and reading on Tanka poetry at The Golden Pen Writers Guild and then we took it on for our weekly homework. I used my first Tanka above as an example of the form. — dpk
© 2014 Douglas P. Kendrick, all rights reserved
“It is never too late to be who you might have been.”
– George Eliot
Spring has its hundred flowers,
Autumn has its many moons.
Summer has cool winds,
Winter has snow.
If useless thoughts do not cloud your mind,
Each day is the best of your life.
— Wu Men Hui Kai (1183-1260)