Syllabus (SoCS)

The prompt this week is “bus” at Friday reminder of SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday). The first thing that comes to mind when I saw that word was syllabus, derived from Latin meaning “List”.   I remember returning to university at 37 years old.  My youngest was in Grade 1 and I usually had Friday off, so I would take two courses that fit in that day.  It was a huge learning curve for me and when writing term papers I would often get off-track because I did not pay attention to the details written in the syllabus.  Well, I learned the hard way but hey, I learned, didn’t I?  I struggle with tests for the same reason…not paying close attention to the question asked.

I am pretty sure if I were a student today in elementary school, I would have been diagnosed ADD.  That said, studying was a long process for me. Reading a chapter two or three times was not unusual since my mind seemed to wander and after reading a chapter I had not retained a darn thing!  I learned to read a few paragraphs and paraphrase what I had just read to ensure I knew what I had read.  The first years I would record myself reading a chapter or my notes and listen to the recording on my drive to Concordia University. Being stuck in traffic for an hour had its advantages at times!

The positive side of these struggles later in life is that it was always fresh in my memory and when youths call on our helpline discouraged with their learning differences, I would share some tips that got me through my schooling.  Naturally I don’t say it is me but just offer options as, “I wonder if you could try this to see if that might help…”

Aw, yes, I do remember at the start of each new semester, that syllabus would often scare me.  In the Applied Human and Social Science department (where I have my major), professors tended to squeeze in so many details compared to other departments.  I was a Teacher’s Assistant several years later on a course that ran two semesters.  When students would call me at 10 at night, I would support them especially the mature students who were experiencing lots of stress not quite sure what was required in their papers.  And I would take out the syllabus along with the information handed out on explanation of the requirements of the topics for that term paper, and walk them through it and they seemed to understand better.

I do believe that many things in life happen for a reason.  I would not have appreciated the process I went through studying in my 30’s and 40’s nor would I have grasped the importance of what I was actually learning on human behaviour and society.

But what a silly sounding word, though, “syllabus”.

©Oliana 2016/09/24




Dear Emma,

Well I did it!! I got through the speech and most of the time I did not even look at my notes and spoke from the heart.  There were many teary eyes among the 200+ people at the breakfast.  I tried to convey that we do hear over 10% of terribly sad stories…mindboggling and heartwrenching situations but over 75% are from youths who come from great families, supportive communities and they are just looking for guidance. Often, they just don’t want to upset or worry their parents.  It is sad to hear a youth who has carried depression for years and does not want to worry her mom or a boy who suffers with anxiety and he is too ashamed to get help…so many are worried to get stigmatized.

Just this week a young man wanted help for his addiction but did not want to seek professional help in person because of the stigma.  How can I explain so they can understand?…mental illness and addiction has no boundaries…it crosses all socio-economic barriers.  I commended him for admitting he had a problem…that was the hardest step.  It may take a while in his phase of “contemplation to change” but he made that first step.

I admire youths at 15, 17 or 19 who call for support to stop their addictions. There are so many who come forward at this age…and yet, how many wait until they have lost everything…their family, friends and yet there are many who never do.  So yes, when a teenager calls for support, I applaud them for being so forthcoming and brave.

At the breakfast, I was seated with my team as well as a person who represents the ministry of education and the manager of fund raising asked me to stay for a meeting with her. We had a brief meeting at the end of the breakfast but later my manager asked if we had connected. We sure did!! I was so pleased to talk to her for it was the ministry that funded a programme where Grade 7 and 8 students are given information by their teachers on mental health…to create an awareness.  And the last information class is where I call as a counsellor in the classroom to tell them about our youth line and then take all their questions they may have about the service as well as mental health.

I was pleased to thank this woman and tell her how important this project is and how many youths call for support after learning about our service.

We shared on a personal level too…our adult children, our grandchildren…I told her I changed career in my mid-thirties and went back to university to get a degree in Social and Human Science…she did too! And ironically, we both graduated at the same age.

Then I started talking about travelling and mentioned India. She asked whereabouts I wanted to go. I told her Kerala and she had been there and encouraged me to find the time to go as well. I was moved with all the similarities in our lives.  Oh, yes, Emma, we did connect and I look forward to hearing from her…I gave her my personal information and hope she does keep in touch.

After the speech I was supposed to answer questions the audience had but I had two short live tv interviews which got me nervous.  I would have preferred the question and answer part.   I am including a photo of the first interview.  All in all, Emma, it was a great two days…meeting several people from the Ministry of Health the first day as well was a great opportunity to share  what we do at our youth line and hear the needs the ministry voiced for  their communities.

Now I am back home and addressing my landlord who took away my parking spot…sending him a registered letter which my daughter helped to write, since she is a paralegal. I did not get a response from the email I sent and that`s why I am mailing the registered request.  I guess what bothers me the most is the the new neighbour that is now taking my parking spot was friends with me and knew I was not happy with my landlord doing this. I tolerated it for two years as a favour to my other neighbour.  This other person had told me to stand up for myself and she and her husband are not taking advantage of the situation.  So enough…time to stand up for my rights.  I do hate conflict but letting people walk all over me is not okay either.

Thanks to readers who have encouraged me in regards to the speech I had to give at the breakfast…your thoughts certainly gave me the confidence and my chin did not even shake.


Harvest Moon (Sunday

Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday is to post a song from a band you recently saw in concert.  Well, I have not been to a real live concert in a while but this past weekend brought memories of my last concert in 2000.


(c)Clr'16 Leaving Regina
(c)Clr’16 Leaving Regina, Sk

Last Friday, I was flying from Regina to Montreal, leaving a blue sky and bright sun, facing a sunset much sooner as I approached more East.

(c)Clr’16 Flying over Thunder Bay, On.

And, then clouds formed beneath the plane and then rumbling of the plane as we passed through a storm and back to clearer skies just as we arrived Toronto (my connection to Montreal)…the harvest moon accompanied me all the way home and Neil Young’s voice sang in my mind.


Arriving in Montreal, it was lovely seeing the lights before we landed.  My mother used to say that Ed Sullivan called Montreal, City of Lights.  I guess he thought it was almost as beautiful as Paris at night.  I love the skyline driving across the bridge towards Montreal morning, noon and nightfall.

(c) Clr'16 Montreal
(c) Clr’16 Montreal

Coming back to that moon that seemed to hang just next to my window as if it was accompanying on my journey.  I could not take a photo. I sure tried but the light inside the plane reflected in the photo.  So you will just have to imagine a harvest moon hanging out my window.  I suppose it is fitting that Neil Young sang in my head since we were leaving my connection in Toronto to get to Montreal.  I saw Neil Young perform in Toronto years ago but it was the last real concert I saw.

The first time I was introduced to this song, Harvest Moon, was one of my students in the late 90’s who had purchased the CD for her father. Gee, I miss teaching those girls!

Here is a photo I took last night…not quite full any more but still eye-catching.

(c) Clr’16 rue Laurier, Montréal, Qc.

Neil Young – Harvest Moon

“Harvest Moon”

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin’
We could dream this night away.

But there’s a full moon risin’
Let’s go dancin’ in the light
We know where the music’s playin’
Let’s go out and feel the night.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.

But now it’s gettin’ late
And the moon is climbin’ high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin’ in your eye.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon.


Grief (troiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

like a tidal wave
spilling on broken hearts
grief flows

like a tidal wave
taste of rumbling waves
salty tears

spilling on broken hearts
life seems to stop
filling all the cracks

grief flows
caked upon mourning cheeks
remnants of your loss


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Entouré d’amour (tanka) daily moments September 12 2016

Tournesol dans un Jardin

©Clr'16 ©Clr’16

septembre avance
les nuits frissonnent
l’été prend fin
toutefois, une chaleur me borde
entourer des êtres chers

September moves on
twilight shivers
summer’s end
yet, swaddled in warmth
surrounded by loved ones


Daily Moments – September 12 2016 Entouré d’amour

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humility troiku

Tournesol dans un Jardin

(c) Clr'15 September blossoms (c) Clr’15 September blossoms

stately sunflowers
standing tall and vain,
bend with the wind

stately sunflowers
nourish the land – not,
just a pretty face

standing tall and vain
trying with all its might
to reach golden star

bend with the wind
autumn enters with a gasp
a humble gesture


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caring (haiku) Daily Moments September 8/16

Tournesol dans un Jardin

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”
― Leo Buscaglia

Walking to work, I used to wish  “Bonne Journée” to a stranger sitting outside his apartment building on a chair outside. This week he shouted out, “Bonne Journée, Madame!” and what a fine day that was for me!

(c) Clr,16

child hears them cheer
budding like a flower
sticking out his chest

© Tournesol’16

Daily Moments – Caring (Haiku)

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taste of autumn (troiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

Quote of inspiration and the theme is “autumn” hosted by Silverthreading

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”   George Eliot.

savouring autumn
dipped in earthy tones
drunk with bliss

savouring autumn
sights, sounds and scents
infuse me

dipped in earthy tones
no longer veils young lovers
the old bare oak tree

drunk with bliss
splash of autumn in the sky
at sunset


A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille, at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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amber glow (haiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

Our host, Chèvrefeuille says :

«Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Maybe it’s a little bit strange to have departing spring for prompt today, because on the Northern Hemisphere we are running towards autumn and on the Southern Hemisphere spring is almost starting, so departing spring?

Let me tell you why I came to this choice. As I heard of Jane’s passing away I was really sad. Jane a nice friend, my mentor and co-host had departed. Jane brought something new to my haiku as I got to know her. She brought beauty and simplicity into my haiku … she gave my haiku new life. New life is spring, but now … with the passing away of Jane … that new life starts to depart from my haiku. It feels like a lack of inspiration, a writer’s block … so departing spring is to me more than what it says … the…

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mysteries of the night (Tanka)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

(c)Clr,16 (c)Clr,16

sun glowed in the night
mother and daughter laughing
like best friends
special visits seem so real
until you wake up

© Tournesol’16

Daily Moments  mysteries of night   (Tanka)  September 5  2016

I dreamed all night with such joy; my mother and I laughed, sharing umpteen stories. The scene was so bright with the glowing sun. Awakening at dawn, before the bright sun rose, felt so lost and morose.

Inspired by this haiku on mysteries:

the tightrope we walk
without a net
© Jane Reichhold

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spirited flower (tanka)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

paintbrush flowers
dancing on the hillside
wind blows over reeds
ancient chants resurrected
sights and sounds of summer
© Dolores

© OliG'15 (Gaspé - marguerite) © OliG’15 (Gaspé – marguerite)

wild daisies
dancing in the field
eyes like the sun
teasing the grassland
blissful innocence

(c) Tournesol’16

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emptiness (troiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

nothing fills
the emptiness of the question
where are they?

the empty nest
my daughter’s house
after the wedding

© Jane Reichhold

emptiness lingers
universe mocks  me
like an iron lung

emptiness lingers
weight of a droplet
on a lotus leaf

universe mocks me
filling the well
with salty tears

like an iron lung
echoes in the night

(c) Tournesol’16

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with bated breath (haiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

(c) Clr rooftop sunset'14 (c) Clr rooftop sunset’14

resplendent sunset
briefly halting such splendour
inhaling peace


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a new life (haiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

pledge of their new life
pine needles in her hair
consummating love


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angels (troiku and a ku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

flit and fly,
sitting on the street

angels everywhere
shed a tear
ripple on a lake

flit and fly
flutter in a field
crawl upon my palm

sitting on the street
lessons of compassion
and humility


©C;r`16 ©C;r`16

loving presence
gifts from heaven

 © Tournesol’16/09/02

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Winter coverlet (haiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin


[…] “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” […] Lewis Caroll

Mother Earth swaddles
with snowy coverlet,
barren branches

© Tournesol`16/09/01

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visitations (tanka)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

© Clr'15 © Clr’15

wild and free
takes time to seek me
butterfly flutters
wings of a messenger
tickle my chin


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season’s greetings (haibun)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

© Clr '15 © Clr ’15

In late November and December,  it is never a surprise to see snow here in southern Québec. She even remembers walking with the children trick or treating October 31st on snow covered streets. Autumn has such vibrant colours but once the leaves have fallen, it looks like the death of an era. November’s doom and melancholy often sets in for many people.

Although she cringes of the winter’s biting cold weather, shortening her long walks and forcing her to stay in,  it is often a blessing…a relief to see the brightness of the snow covered land, carpeted with hope of better days ahead, escaping finally the bareness of late autumn.

Yes, one cannot help but feel excitement and joy especially after that first snowfall.  It seems to awaken the child within.

season’s interlude
frost tipped trees and frozen land
biting autumn winds
snow covered parks
winter wonderland

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My blue butterfly – Happy Birthday

Tournesol dans un Jardin

©Clr`16/08/31 ©Clr`16/08/31

I was looking through old photographs last night and I came upon a poem AC gave the family for Easter when she was in kindergarten. On the card it reads, “Retold by AC”

The air is like a butterfly
with frail blue wings
the happy earth looks at the sky
and sings

Today, I sit and think of her with loving thoughts. It is her birthday today, on August 31st …my baby is no longer a baby but a blue butterfly that sings…

baby girl born
filled with innocence
air so pure

baby girl born
always a baby in eyes
of a mother

filled with innocence
shedding day by day
butterfly wings

air so pure
like the sound of her voice
when she sings


life’s goodies
filled with spice – and,
everything nice

to my daughter, my blue butterfly,

Happy Birthday

with love,



© Clr'15 © Clr’15

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daily moments – nostalgia ~ August 30 2016

Tournesol dans un Jardin

scorching day
even the cicadas whine
scents of sweat

smells linger
secreting the past


daily moments – nostalgia  August 30 2016

3 – 5 – 3

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blossoming courtyard (troiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron

https://www.facebook.com/tandemencavale/© Ari Gravel at Tandem en Cavale’16  – cycle tour through south Asia

sun gently peers
yawning gardens stir
from a dim skyline

sun gently peers
emerging day

 yawning gardens stir
waiting with bated breath
burgeoning rosette

from a dim skyline
sunbeams kissing blossoms
wowing the courtyard

©Tournesol ’16

Prompts: Haiku Horizons & Care Diem Haiku Hai

The Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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courting days (troiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

© OliG'15 (Gaspé - marguerite) © OliG’15 (Gaspé – marguerite)

hands her a daisy,
blushing, she thanks him,
Oh those courting days!

hands her a daisy,
heart fills with hope
their first kiss…

blushing, she thanks him
roaming the field – leans closer,
her hand feels so soft

Oh those courting days!
arm slides round her tiny waist
head on his shoulder


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sunset bliss (troiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

[…] “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” […] Lord Byron

© Clr '16 © Clr ’16

sundown getaway
silently savouring
nature’s last act

sundown getaway
tranquil escape

silently savouring
guiltless greed
heavenly bliss

nature’s last act
rooftop view
exit the sun


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a fairy tale (free verse) photo challenge at MLMM

Photo Challenge at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie
Photo Challenge at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

There was a day
so long ago,
a pirate and his ship,
named Margaret
like the princess,
took a bride on the Isle Rosehip
sailed for seven days, more or less

One night a huge storm broke out
the crew toiled in manning the sails
alas to no avail,
a monstrous looking gigantic fish
kept circling around the ship,
blocking their passage to England
the tail was large and splashed the men
but…suddenly, the head appeared
the men all gasped at the human head
and crossed themselves in vain
the fish-man burst out laughing
at their useless meditation
its large tail flopped like thunder
rocking the ship, til all the crew
fell over and sank down under
leaving the bride alone all night
the fish man blew upon the ship
and turned it into a flying kite
the shape of a smaller vessel
waving high in the wind
the bride awaited patiently
for destiny to bring her rescue
and just like most fairy tales
the bride was saved by her loving groom
their wedding then resumed.

The End

(c) Oliana 2016-09-11

It makes sense to tell a story with a happy ending on this day of 9/11…my thoughts and prayers are with the families and friends who lost a loved one on this tragic day.


My views on “view” (SoCS with LindaGHill)

I had all sorts of ideas when I first saw the Friday Reminder for SoCS prompt “view”, yesterday.  But since it is supposed to be a “stream of consciousness” I waited for today, Saturday.

This morning, I was skimming through my feeds on Facebook on my IPhone and saw an amazing video of two pianists and took out my tablet and started writing.

View can mean so many things…I had View from the Top flash in my mind’s eye, a book, I thought my dad had a long time ago; then the movie with Gwyneth Paltrow came to mind.

And soon my mind was sounding out the word “viewpoint” and how having one different view  than a few people in your group of friends or a party can stir up interesting conversations or NOT and you become either ignored or given way too much attention and bombarded with criticisms for thinking a certain way. Has that ever happened to you?  Of course it has!

Oh, I can think of a few times just zipping my mouth during our two referendums in the past here in Québec or during election time.  I zip my mouth only because I am a federalist and an  Anglophone and not a separatist, so I don’t want to argue with my friends.  I would say that 99% of my friends and family except for my sister are separatists. But my family here are all French as well. The English side of my family are in Ontario. My mom never had a view that Quebec would be better off separate from Canada. No, she would proudly claim that she was a Bilingual Canadian first, and Québecois second.  She was proud of her heritage but also being Canadian.

So back to “view”, I was wondering, does one get a “view” with sight only or with other senses?  Well, I imagine we can get a viewpoint from other senses.  The Thesaurus on Word defines View: a way of regarding situations or topics and Viewpoint: a mental position from which things are viewed.  And voilà!! a mental position perhaps from things viewed not only by sight, but by our sense of touch, taste or hearing.

I love the soft powdery feel of silk but do not like the rough touch of sandpaper; the taste of raspberries but not the feel of those little seeds getting between my teeth; the look of a cheese and mushroom pizza may not look so appetizing but the aroma, the taste notwithstanding the sloppy feel to it is confusing.  My father-in-law hated pizza because he thought it looked like a plate of bile and he  had never even tasted it…just the look of it turned him off no matter how much we tried to tell him how delicious it is, he did not cave in.

My aunt used to eat raw oysters and oyster soup when I was a teenager and I would almost hurl watching her slurp those disgusting slimy critters. Many years later, in my forty’s in Toronto, I was on a blind date and the gentleman took me to an oyster bar.  Now I thought, sure, why not?  For some reason, I just thought we would be eating steamed mussels or smoked oysters which I did enjoy very much. When it dawned on me, as we walked into the restaurant, they just might be raw!!!   I said a little prayer to my Grandpapa (he always bailed me out when I did not study for tests) and asked him to please not make me puke in front of this man.

When the server brought our plate of oysters all opened and spread out in a circle in their shells with horseradish, sliced lemons and hot sauce at the centre, I smiled and pretended to look enticed by the plate.  I squeezed a bit lemon and added  horseradish and I heard all you need do was let the slimy things slide down your throat and not to chew it…so I kept that in mind not to gross myself out…slurped the little bugger into my mouth and a burst of lemon and horseradish filled my taste buds and the oyster seemed to know where to go…it just happened so naturally;  the gentleman actually thought I was a pro at eating this.  How interesting that my view on these little critters had changed dramatically having finally experienced with all my senses!  Maybe more Québecois separatists need to visit other provinces in Canada rather than going to Old Orchard, Atlantic City or Florida on their vacation, to change their views…just a thought…

So, these are some thoughts simmering in my mind about how one acquires a view after watching  this video of two pianists pleasantly entertaining commuters with their performance on the street.


Linda Hill gives us the rules here  at Stream of Conciousness Saturday

  1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

  2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

  3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

  4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

  5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

  6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

  7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.



feeling back home (Song Lyric Sunday)

After hearing  Stacey Kent on Sky’s blog, I could not stop listening to her late into the night when I came home from work.   Her voice, her songs all made me feel at home…put me right back in my childhood home with my mother.  So I chose this song  “Que Reste-t-il de Nos Amours” for the theme of “home” at Song Lyric Sunday.

The songs by Stacey Kent and music reminded me of my parents dancing together and of my mother humming to the tunes as if the music transported her soul to a place I was too young to understand at the time but I so do understand now.

I listen to this music and it brings me to a place of bliss, sultry yet not gaudy…nothing but pure pleasure.   The notes, the instruments and the voice stroking me ever so softly…like a dream or is a daydream? (smiles)

Of course hearing Stacey Kent sing in French made this feeling of “home” even more real, I could close my eyes and see my mother in a dress that hugged her curves and how she worse these so beautifully…her hair was platinimum blonde cut very short like Doris Day style…a Pixie cut; her lips a dark magenta, shimmering perly eyeshadow and black mascara.  And last, she had her black velvet, three inch stiletto heels.  How she could dance, let alone walk, in those, I was always amazed…but she put it off with such style everytime!! I so adored her!!

In searching the lyrics of this song, I noticed that Stacey Kent does not include two verses from the original song. So I listened to Charles Trenet, singer and songwriter of this song  and added his video, so you can hear the complete original version.

The words touch me and bring me back to my home town of less than 5,000 population in my youth and the song talks about the days of our youth, reminiscing of past loves…and yet, this song, he says in the first verse, is a song of past love affairs..an autumn song, which I find I can relate to autumn as a season preparing for an ending of living things before winter freeze over.

The lyrics are so beautiful…just reciting them as a poem is musical.

And of course, the singer who inspired me after listening to her on Sky`s blog, Stacey Kent.

Que reste-t-il de nos amours ?

Ce soir le vent qui frappe à ma porte
Me parle des amours mortes
Devant le feu qui s' éteint
Ce soir c'est une chanson d' automne
Dans la maison qui frissonne
Et je pense aux jours lointains

Que reste-t-il de nos amours
Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours
Une photo, vieille photo
De ma jeunesse
Que reste-t-il des billets doux
Des mois d' avril, des rendez-vous
Un souvenir qui me poursuit
Sans cesse

Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent
Baisers volés, rêves mouvants
Que reste-t-il de tout cela

Un petit village, un vieux clocher
Un paysage si bien caché
Et dans un nuage le cher visage
De mon passé

Les mots les mots tendres qu'on murmure
Les caresses les plus pures
Les serments au fond des bois
Les fleurs qu'on retrouve dans un livre
Dont le parfum vous enivre
Se sont envolés pourquoi?

{au Refrain}

English Translation

What Remains of Our Love?

Tonight the wind that slaps at my door
Speaks to me of past love affairs
Before the fire that wanes
Tonight it's a song of autumn
In the house that shivers
And I think of days long ago

{Refrain: }
What remains of our love?
What remains of these beautiful days?
A photo, an old photo
Of my youth
What remains of the love letters
Of months in April, of rendez-vous 
A memory that follows me

Withered good times, wind in hair
Stolen kisses, moving dreams
What remains of all that?
Tell me

A village, an old hometown (<literally steeple)
A countryside so well hidden
And in a cloud the dear face
Of my past

The words the tender words that one murmurs
The caresses most pure
The vows deep in the woods
The flowers one finds again in a book
The perfume of which inebriates you
That disappeared why?


You will notice the American remake does not have the same words as the original song but I added it here since these are the words that go with the music of Que reste-t-il de nos amours.

I Wish You Love (American remake)

Good-bye, no use leading with our chins
This is where our story ends
Never lovers, ever friends
Good-bye, let our hearts call it a day
But before you walk away
I sincerely want to say
I wish you bluebirds in the spring
To give your heart a song to sing
And then a kiss, but more than this
I wish you love
And in July a lemonade
To cool you in some leafy glade
I wish you health
But more than wealth
I wish you love
My breaking heart and I agree
That you and I could never be
So with my best
My very best
I set you free
I wish you shelter from the storm
A cozy fire to keep you warm
But most of all when snowflakes fall
I wish you love
But most of all when snowflakes fall
I wish you love
I wish you love, love, love, love, love
I wish you love
I really wish you love, really wish you love

Written by Drew Barfield, Paul Young • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
Lyrics from Wikipedia and Google Play Music

I love this version by Frank Sinatra, one of my mother’s favourite singers.  Oh how we danced to his songs together and in her last years in a nursing home, despite her dementia, she still remembered old songs of her youth and loved to dance…still.


Caring (One Liner Wednesday)

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”
― Leo Buscaglia

Walking to work, I used to wish, “Bonne Journée” to a stranger sitting outside his apartment building on a chair outside. This week he shouted out, “Bonne Journée, Madame!” and what a fine day that was for me!

In response to Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday



Dear Emma,

What a day today!  On this fourth day of my long weekend, I was ill most of the day fighting nausea and migraines for the 2nd day. Nothing like enjoying sunny days off work, right?  On the positive side, I did not have to feel guilty taking time off.

Watching a movie on Netflix was out of the question, any sound would flare up my migraine.  I had purchaed a new novellette on my Kindle Saturday, All Good Stories by Linda G Hill, so I decided to increase the font and try to read a chapter at a time and moan in between. After the first chapter, I rested my eyes, thinking each chapter were single very short stories but after the second chapter, I realized this was actually a short novel.

I already enjoy reading Linda Hill’s blog.  I enjoy her sense of humour and she is not only an gifted writer.  I admire her as a person and mother of three children.  Oh, and she is also Canadian, living a few hours from Montreal on the English side of Canada…Ontario (that’s my Québecois humour).

So by all means, download Linda’s book at Kindle.  I  sure was pleased to see it is available both at Amazon.ca and Amazon.com.  And after I was finished reading the book, I was in good humour and feeling a lot better…guess reading Linda’s books is like chicken soup or something like that:)

(c) Oliana 2016-09-05

Amazon.com and Amazon.ca



Accumulate or clutter (SoCS)

What does it say about a person who accumulates this over the years?  Are they important things or just more clutter?  I tend to accumulate things but I am much better than I was when I was younger.  Oh boy, the knickknacks I used to have when the children were young!  What was I thinking when it came to dusting? Sheesh!  Many of the items were antiques or souvenirs from my family; then I started a collection of salt and pepper shakers. At least I had a rack for that. Of course there were books from when I was in school and special novels I could not get rid of as I liked to reread a few over and over.  It is amazing when you read a book years later how you discover new things as well as interpret other things differently.

Then I returned to university and yes, I kept all my term papers because when you go back to school as a mature student (37) you tend to write a thesis. Some professors appreciated us oldies especially when it came to class discussions. We were more than book smart, we have lived life a little.  I don’t think I would have appreciated my studies as much if I would have attended university in my late teens or twenties.  I was mature at a young age but so naïve for a very very long time.  I think I took after my mother there.  But I did outgrow that…well, almost. My son tells me I am gullible but that is because I like to think the best of people. Well, that’s another topic for another time.

It took me nine years to finally get my BA, so for years, there were always books hanging around in the living room and my bedroom.  And then I started teaching and doing workshops…well!! I had to have more books to consult with week after week.  What I really needed was an office or den which I finally had when I moved to Toronto.

When I think of accumulate, I also am reminded of the times we moved as a family. When you live in a house, the basement tends to get filled pretty darn quick with things you won’t admit you will never use again. One move, we had a truck load just for the basement junk…that is when we realized we do accumulate too much.

I have to be reminded over and over to discipline myself with keeping things especially furniture that I don’t need anymore.  I keep saving extra chairs for when I host dinners.   I don’t host as I used to and my daughter who is now a blended family of five usually hosts since it is more practical for her. The boys can go off in the playroom or outside and play while the adults take forever to eat.

One thing I have tried over the years to avoid is hoarding.  My mother struggled with this. If it weren’t for my step-father who liked a neat home, she would have drowned in her stuff.  But still the place was still so cluttered and whenever we wanted to help her clean up and sort things; there was nothing she wanted to give away.

My sister would accumulate clothes.  In her thirty’s she still had clothes when we were teenagers and would not get rid of it.  Actually she too moved an extra truck load of only clothes on one of her moves. But she has changed over the years and I am doing my best too.

I am still working on trying to fit all that I need to live in one large room…preparing for my retirement when I will probably be able to only afford a studio apartment.  It’s not a bad plan actually and may allow me to travel a bit more too.

© Oliana 2016/09/03


socsbadge2016-17Written for SoCS (Saturday’s Stream of Consciousness) hosted by Linda G Hill and the prompt is “accumulate”.




By the way, Linda has published a novelette, All Good Stories which can be purchased at Amazon in Canada and US.  I just purchased mine



different shapes and forms (troiku and a ku)

all shapes and forms
watch over us

look into their eyes
newborns mime

all shapes and forms
fallen leaf, butterflies
bird on a wire

watch over us
on the street,
day and night


some angels turn into



Sans regret – a memoir

I saw a thought provoking post at ADarkenedHouse which was in response to a prompt and the word is “void”.   Check out this post and if you are interested in responding to the prompt check out the instructions at Tuesdayuseitinasentence.

I decided to write a story/post and end it with the prompted sentence.

Sans regret, a memoir


The girls heard a commotion upstairs.  They turned off the television  and stared at each other, too stunned and scared to speak.  Lana held on to Jacko, the miniature black poodle who would not stop whining and Pam held on to Jamie, the Scottie who kept barking like a great Dane.

Usually when their father arrived from work in the evening, the house was silent.  The teens ran off to their bedrooms pretending to study or read a book hoping he would not come in to say they had forgotten a chore.

The dogs ran into the master bedroom hiding under the bed on the side of their mother.

Their father would make a sandwich with Spam and plum sauce and sit in his armchair reading the paper.  Sometimes he listened to a game on the radio. The only television was in the playroom downstairs.

Their mother might be speaking to a friend or relative on the phone, speaking in French in a low tone so their father would not understand and then get ready for bed to avoid any insults or complaints. She would probably be asleep by the time their father turned in, and still be sleeping when their father woke up at dawn.

But tonight, something was going on and it was not their father criticizing or nit-picking about the cleanliness of the house.  No, tonight, they were pretty sure they heard their mother screaming and crying.

They both tiptoed up the stairs and sat on the top step peering into the kitchen.  Their mother was screaming and this time their father seemed to be talking in a low tone as if he was trying to calm her down. The mother went to the sink and opened the drawer to the utensils and took out a butcher knife and ran screaming to their father raising her hand with the knife.

“You’re going to tell me the truth, damn it!”

He mumbled something and she put the knife back on the counter and went back to the living room, sitting on the footstool facing their father.

Oliana barely heard what their father said but the wail of pain that came out of their mother’s tiny body was excruciating to hear. Kim’s face was void of any expression as she went to her room and closed the door.

The knife was still on the counter;  Lana snuck in quietly and picked up the knife with the black handle and long blade. Her hands shook as she put it in the pantry behind the big box of Corn Flakes.

Tossing and turning that night, Lana kept hearing her father repeating the same thing over and over.

After seventeen years of enduring his drinking, his violence and his cheating, he told her, void of any trace of remorse,  “I’m just tired of pretending to love you.”

The End.

©Oliana Kim ’16


64 years of hair…

After reading Karuna’s post on hair at LivinglearningandLettingGo, Sreejit’s at TheSeeker`sDungeon and the very first blogger who wrote about hair, Marilyn at Serendipity, I decided to write one as well. (By the way, all three of these bloggers are also published authors…yes, indeed!! I have read their books too!

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I look at that photo below and I used to think the sun had bleached it. My mother only told me about fifteen years ago that she had highlighted it. Hmm, here I thought I was so cute then but I was artificially beautified! And from then, it just went downhill and into the sins of vanity…(sigh!)

Highlights at four!
Highlights at four!

Well, I certainly did not have any hair until I was a year old and even then. My mother started back to work when I was 3 weeks old, so she would plop me chair with pillows and a bottle.  If I woke up, a customer gladly held me as my mother’s beauty parlor was next to our living room.  I think the sound of the dryers made me sleep a long time.


I had dirty blonde hair as a young child and my sister had red hair which everyone raved about how lovely her hair was.  When I was four I cried to my mom because I didn’t want to have mousy or dirty blonde hair.  Mom put highlights in my hair.  Yep, at 4!

Me on the left, my sister, right.

Me on the left, with my sister.

My mom styled our hair on the above photo.  I hated my hair like that but hey, it was the style. I was 10 and my sister 12.

My hair was straight, very fine but I had a lot of it.  When I was 11, I had my hair cut by someone other than my mother at a stylist in Montreal and she kept complaining how thick my hair was.  I did not like her too much.  However, I did hear that a lot later on.  Hairdressers complaining how long it took to dry my hair, charging me double for colouring my hair because they took twice as much; that’s why I rarely see a hairdresser to colour my hair…I learned from the best…my mom!

Me at 13
My school picture at 13

I did not have very short hair until my sister made a boo boo.  I was four or five and I asked my sister to take my pony tail off…she cut it off! That was the end of my long hair for a very very long time.  Only my sister had long hair my mother cut short every three or four years.  I didn’t much care because I hated to have the tangles combed out of my hair…that hurt!  So I had short hair for as long as I can remember.

At 11 I did let them grow a little to have a short bob to match some of the fans of the Beatles of course and kept that style for a few years.  And then Mia Farrow got her hair cut very short by  the stylist, Sassoon …well, I had to have mine cut short like hers and had that style off an on most of my teenage and adult life.  I let them grow just barely touching my shoulders for my wedding and a week after I chopped them off.  I had no patience putting rollers in my hair and even worse, sleeping with those…no, I wanted  to be able to wash and go style.

Me at 18 with my husband to be
Me at 17 with my husband to be – married at 19
Chantal Renaud in L'Initiation 1970
Chantal Renaud in L’Initiation 1970

I remember styling my hair at 18 to look like a famous Québecois actress in 1970, Chantal Renaud from the movie L’Initiation.  I saw that movie with my mother and I was so embarassed at one particular sex scene. My mother kept whispering to me, “What are they doing?”


Me at 18 trying to look aloof

I remember spending so much time on my hair to give it the “uncombed look”!  As you can see below, I did not quite capture Miss Renaud but I felt pretty at the time.


I wore my wedding dress (altered) for the christianing of my son. The furnace broke down at the church, so it was performed at our home...I really loved that christianing. January 7 1979
Yes, that is an afro…1978

I wore my wedding dress (altered) for the christianing of my son. The furnace broke down at the church, so it was performed at our home…I really loved that christianing. January 7 1979  My hair was natural…boy it got dark after the birth! And yep, I had a perm…

This was the year following the birth of my son
This was the year following the birth of my son…blonder but still another perm

I kept my hair natural until my son was one. But once I stopped work for five years with the two children, I tried to keep them natural for a little while and tried to let them grow. I managed to get them past my shoulders which was the first time in 1984 since I was a child.  It didn’t last long and I wish I had more photos of my bleached blonde hair, purple and orange but working on the blog, searching through old photos, I realize that I take most of the photos…




Of course once I started back to work when my youngest was 5, I cut them again…less trouble. I had a short bob dyed blonde and would shave the back a few inches…of course I never dyed underneath since I would shave it so often.  I was working in home care then, and a man I was seeing for a year, a few days before he died, he asked me why my hair was short and dark brown in the back…I cannot believe he waited so long to ask me!

By then I was keeping my hair quite short so I could change colour every other month.  I was a night person and my husband a morning person…so one night I decided to colour my hair brown from light blonde.  I did not realize that the colour would turn out much darker than I wanted and it turned out black/brown.  I went to bed and my husband was already sleeping.  When he woke up in the morning, he gasped when he saw me!

43 Graduating my degree finally!

We went camping not long after and my husband’s buddies all thought I was a mistress…they were all winking at my husband.  Haha, when I brought the children to the pool, they were all smiling at me and when they heard me speak in English to the children, they recognized it was me…they looked so silly!!

I would use clippers at a number 2 or 3 and just leave a bang so I could spike it.  My daughter asked me one night as I was spiking my hair and getting ready to go to a school committee meeting, “Mommy, why can’t you look like other mommies?”  I said, “because that`s boring.”  The children did not like the changes too much but their friends did.



I started letting my hair grow long for the first time…really long at 39 years old. People kept saying to stop wearing black at 40 and to cut your hair shorter at 40.  Well, I do like to do the opposite of what most do.  Working in homecare I would often bathe clients and fix their hair. One lovely lady in her 90`s had long white silky hair. I would braid them and I thought to myself, “That is what I want when I get older.”

Me (45) and Mom on Mother’s Day

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When I separated my hair was very long but it was falling due to stress…and Pulp Fiction just came out and I loved Winona Ryder`s hair…so I coloured my hair dark brown and cut them to a long bob.

Moving to Toronto I found myself being a bit more conservative …no more red, purple or orange hair. So I went from blond to brown and blond again.   Toronto is not as eclectic as in Montreal.   So I think I need to add that in my living will…if I have dementia like my mother, I want to insist they keep my hair long and just braid it.

These are my Nana photos, taken after my grandson was born 20049+++


©Clr'16 (Me at work)
©Clr’16 (Me at work)

Today my hair is quite long despite what some say about that once you hit 40.  I often tell those who still echo that, “Would I look better with tight curls and blue hair? Does shorter hair make my wrinkles disappear?”  I rest my case.



Dear Emma,

What the heck is wrong with me, I thought to myself.  I just watched a great movie but my goodness, another tear jerker.   Having growing up in a railway town, I was attracted to the title, “Railway Man”…but I certainly recommend it.

This afternoon I wanted to read the 2nd sequel of Girl and the Dragon Tatoo, “The Girl who Played with Fire.”  I bought the trilogy a few years ago but I didn’t remember the ending of the first book, so I finally watched the movie on Netflix.  It had been long enough since I read the book that I could enjoy it.  I tried two years ago and I kept comparing the girl with the dragon tattoo to the image I had of her in the book…well, this time it was fine.  I also miss holding a real book in my hands…sure e-readers are lightweight and all but I do miss the feel and smell of paper.

It was a sunny day today and I was supposed to go cycling since tomorrow the forecast is rain but yesterday I had not had my “vege day”.  That is the first day of my weekend, where I sleep in really late, make a couple cups of coffee and read or write until late in the afternoon.  I had an appointment at the bank, then my son came over after his day at school (teachers are in this week for training until next week when the students start) and he offered bring me to the hardware store. I took advantage of the fact that he has a car.  He stayed until his girlfriend finished work which is well into the evening.  I enjoyed my day and love spontaneous visits like that…well, with my kids, I mean.  I expect he will be dropping by often since his school is around the corner.

So today, I woke up and kept saying to myself…ah, later…Ill go at 14:00, then I thought, Oh, heck, Ill go at 17:00 and check out the sunset at the park near the river…then I said, nope, I`m going to do some cooking and then watch another movie.

I did a bit of writing for a speech I will be giving at a breakfast out West for donors who support our youth line.  That is not until a few weeks still but I need to start getting ready….I sure hope I don’t get all nervous.  When that happens in front of a large crowd, my chin starts to shake…well, let’s hope that doesn’t happen.  The only thing I don’t like about the trip is there are no direct flights and the connections that they have offered me are between 2 and three hours which really does not make sense.  I checked on the airline myself tonight and there are better choices, so I may have to ask my manger to look into it otherwise I will be travelling 7 to 8 hours on a trip that normally takes 4!

I still have two more days off…August is such a great month besides the 10 days off I had, I am working only three days a week…love these long weekends.  I could get used to this.  Maybe next year, three days will be in order.  For now, I am quite pleased with four days.  The schedule starts at the end of September and I will now be working Tuesday to Friday.  So, finally I will have Mondays free to volunteer in the evening with groups to support friends and families of those who have a mental health condition.

Here is a trailer of the movie…

The Railway Man TRAILER 1 (2013) – Nicole Kidman, Colin Firth Movie HD



45 years – that is of marriage

Thoughts of love, marriage but without the horse and carriage…

I watched the movie 45 Years tonight.  Of course with mixed feelings and melancholy.  This past April would have been 45 years I might have been married if I had not divorced after 26 years.  Everytime there is an anniversary of 30  years of marriage or more I do think about “if that would have been us” or “if I would have stayed in the marriage”.  A huge part of me is still romantic and I do believe in love but I also am realistic.

The movie went through feelings the husband was feeling when he heard a week before his 45th wedding anniversary party that his girlfriend of 47 years ago was found…she had died but was never found so now he was living through so many emotions. Some he could share with his wife but so many…not.  That is all I will share not to spoil it for those who have not seen the movie.

As I watched the celebration among friends I felt happy for those who do get old and are able to celebrate with the love of their life.  It is endearing and I know life is not all rosy all of the time.  My close friend of over 40 years is a perfect example of a true love…endearing and enduring.  Her and her husband have been together for 60 years and you can feel the love between them, they still hold hands and sit close together at restaurants as if they were still teenagers…it warms my heart to see them.

Do I have any regrets? No, not really…I am content with my life as it is…I was far lonelier in my marriage than I could ever be living alone.  But I still  do believe in love.  I suppose I would not be inclined to write if I did not…especially love poems.

What are your thoughts about this …love, marriage and if you have seen the movie 45 years, I would love to read your impressions on this movie.

I watched the movie 45 Years tonight.  Of course with mixed feelings and melancholy.  This past April would have been 45 years I might have been married if I had not divorced after 26 years.  Everytime there is an anniversary of 30  years of marriage or more I do think about “if that would have been us” or “if I would have stayed in the marriage”.  A huge part of me is still romantic and I do believe in love but I also am realistic.

The movie went through feelings the husband was feeling when he heard a week before his 45th wedding anniversary party that his girlfriend of 47 years ago was found…she had died but was never found so now he was living through so many emotions. Some he could share with his wife but so many…not.  That is all I will share not to spoil it for those who have not seen the movie.

As I watched the celebration among friends I felt happy for those who do get old and are able to celebrate with the love of their life.  It is endearing and I know life is not all rosy all of the time.  My close friend of over 40 years is a perfect example of a true love…endearing and enduring.  Her and her husband have been together for 60 years and you can feel the love between them, they still hold hands and sit close together at restaurants as if they were still teenagers…it warms my heart to see them.

Do I have any regrets? No, not really…I am content with my life as it is…I was far lonelier in my marriage than I could ever be living alone.  But I still  do believe in love.  I suppose I would not be inclined to write if I did not…especially love poems.

What are your thoughts about this …love, marriage and if you have seen the movie 45 years, I would love to read your impressions on this movie.


Dear Emma,

I know I have not written as much lately.  It has be sporadic and although I still love to write my haiku daily at Tournesol dans un Jardin, I am not finding myself pulled.  I may see something in nature that may inspire me and if, it relates to a daily prompt, then I can tie the two together but ultimately, Emma, I think my muse is tired or needs a wider range of inspiration.

I have started reading more every week, two to three novels and that is very enjoyable. It helps when you discover new writers.  I finished the Erin Solomon Series by Jen Blood during my road trip and now I am on a new author, V. J. Chambers.  I am currently reading the “Blond Noir” series.  I love how she writes.

I wish I could write without getting bored with my writing.  That is what has happened in my past experiences.  And today as I was sitting at the atrium at 1000 la Gauchetière, watching the people skate and munching on my turkey/brie wrap, I thought of a character I would like to include in a story or book some day. Then I thought, gee, maybe I should develop some of these ideas. I mean, Emma, I have started one storyline with my father as a character, another with my grandmother and one with an eighty-eight year old woman who was a nun for 20 years.  But after a few pages, I get bored…stuck.

Jen Blood who wrote the Erin Solomon Mystery series also is a professional editor and has written a book, “Creating Complex Characters: The 5-Day Fiction Fix at a mere 3.99$, so I may check it out.

Two days ago I went to Montreal to see my doctor and then I shopped a bit but by the time I was finished it was rush hour and sure did not want to sit in a crowded bus on my last long day weekend. So I figured I would go to see a movie across the street from the Alexis Nihon Plaza where the Montreal Forum used to be.  The only movie that was not a kiddie movie (I like to reserve those to watch with my grandson) was  In Pursuit of Peace.  So I got a huge pretzel and cola and went to see that.

The theatre was almost empty.  Only about three older women (Probably close to my age really…so I should say “seasoned” women) and me…alright, let’s just say we were about five baby boomers.  The movie was an 86 minute documentary about unarmed civilian peacemaking and mediation as a response to violent international conflict.

We follow four Canadian peacemakers as they take us into their work in some of the world’s hottest conflict zones…land disputes in the Congo, the civil war in South Sudan, Northern Iraq and stories of mediation and much more.  The original French version À la poursuite de la paix was launched last year and the English version this year.

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I really enjoyed it…although it did move me…could not help but be touched by the stories these humanitarians are exposed to…the trauma so many people experience.  How ironic that last week I had watched on Netflix, The Good Lie, the Lost Boys of Sudan, about 4 young War refugees adapting to their new home in America.  It was very moving watching especially the children walking thousands of miles across the desert to get to a refugee camp.

What Moved Reese Witherspoon to Make “The Good Lie”

Perhaps, it was not a coincidence…maybe I am looking to pursue other ventures when I retire or sooner.   When the children were little I belonged to Amnesty International Canada  but I could not get as involved as I can now.  I may check again there and Oxfam to see how I can get more involved and help.

As to writing…well, I am going to try and at least write a haiku or journal every day…however short to stay connected to my passion of the written word.

When I came back from Montreal the sun had already set and I could see the sky with blotches of dark pink mixed with grey and shooting lines near the horizon in dark red. It was as if the sky was bleeding.  I wrote this troiku to describe this:


blazing sunset 
makes the sky bleed
holds me in awe

blazing sunset
caught my eye
tripped on a pebble

makes the sky bleed
not a sound is heard
silent seagulls gaze

holds me in awe
seized in rapture
a long moment

(c) Tournesol’16-08-22

Last night, I looked up at the sky getting off the bus at midnight and was stunned to see the huge pink moon.  It is third quarter but it looked like a big fat pink balloon!  I knew I could never capture the beauty in the sky.


last night
the sky bled
tonight the moon blushed


Today, I started my day with a lovely visit. My son had just gone to the school to get his schedule where he will be teaching this year around the corner from my apartment.  How lovely!! Maybe we can have lunch several times that can make a break in the day for him and wonderful way to start my day before I walk to the bus.

Thanks for listening, Emma, as always you allow me the space I need to just talk.

©Oliana 2016/08/24


Wordless Wednesdays

(c) Clr’16

Kimbra – Plain Gold Ring -for Song Lyric Sunday

I’m a bit late having returned late Sunday from my vacation…so here is catching up.  The theme at Song Lyric Sunday was to share a song that you recently heard and fell it love with for the first time.
A colleague told me about this singer when she found out I like Holly Cole. I fell in love with Kimbra right away especially her studio live performances.  Plain Gold Ring is a song that moves me and when you hear Kimbra, I am pretty sure you will be transported as well.

Plain gold ring on his finger he wore
It was where everyone could see
He belonged to someone, but not me
On his hand was a plain gold ring

Plain gold ring had a story to tell
It was one that I knew too well
And in my heart it will never be spring
Long as he wears that plain gold ring

Nighttime comes calling on me
I know why I’ll never be free
I can’t stop these teardrops of mine
I’m gonna love him till the end of time

Plain gold ring has but one thing to say
I’ll remember till my dying days
In my heart it will never be spring
Long as he wears that plain gold ring

Plain gold ring on his finger he wore
Plain gold ring on his finger he wore
Plain gold ring on his finger he wore
Plain gold ring on his finger he wore

Written by Stone • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Peermusic Publishing

I’ve missed you (free verse)

How I’ve missed you,
dear heart
days and nights
without you
filled with ennui
sans mots
verse completely lost
syllables at bay
cicadas mocking
every word
muting all with ease

sunsets left hanging
holding every breath
waiting for a sign
yet no words did shine

skies filled with shooting stars
hogging all the show
never making room
surely made you go,
lyrics held at bay

moon casts a lovely glow
hangs upon the lake
lovers slyly holding hands
adolescent promises

giggles from the sand
afterglow of impish smiles
‘round a beach bonfire
time just stops for a night
never to retire
printing timeless memories
never to retire

sit beneath the willow
breathing in the night
waiting for a subtle sign
not a tinge brings light

heatwave melts the day
cicadas mockingly
silence words astray
push my muse away.

© Oliana ’16/08/16


Dear Emma, My summer road trip

Day 1

The Trip was delayed by a few hours as I did not get my car last night.  Also, traffic on the bridge and several miles ahead construction factored in, took me three times longer to get to the main Highway 20 “Autoroute de souvenirs” which turns into 401 “Highway of Heroes” once you hit Ontario moving along West.

This is the first time I am travelling with a GPS…It’s like having a backseat driver…she warns me when I am going over the speed limit!! (smiles) I guess I sort of need that plus since I decided to travel on the old highway 2 to get to Kingston, I would be going through towns and areas where the speed limit varies. It’s not always easy to figure out when to slow down in some places.

Once I got to Cornwall, I got off the 401 to change to Hwy 2 which is by the water most of the way to Kingston.  I saw so many geese!!! I could not find a spot to stop and take a few photos but I have plenty of time for that. I am just enjoying the slow drive.  And if I don’t get to take a photo, I have it imprinted in my memory.  I jot down a few notes now and then to remember for later writing.

My first stop for lunch and coffee was at a Tim’s in Morrisburg, On.  People are so friendly…I feel like I’m in my hometown listening to a group of locals kibitzing together. The service was so friendly and quick too!

As I was waiting in line to go to the washroom there were two tables with older men chatting away.  One seemed to take on the role of adversary challenging the others.    He was saying how Trump was a self-made man and to have made it where he is in business he had to be pretty darn smart.  The others all chuckled and muttered something or other of being relieved not having him run as Prime Minister of Canada.

They looked like a great group of friends who get together for coffee at Tim’s. Now, THAT, is something I want to do when I retire…find a meeting place at least twice a week…well, now, why not every morning during the week for an hour or so?  It is a great way to start the day, get out of the house and once you’re out you are most likely to avoid crawling back into bed.  Yep, that is one of the things to remember when I stop working “for money” because I still intend to volunteer at AMI Quebec supporting families and friends who struggle with mental illness.

(c) Clr'16 Prescott, On.
(c) Clr’16 Prescott, On.

I stopped a few times by the lake just…because (smiles).  I tell ya, the moment I saw the water on my drive, I felt my chest swell and suddenly I knew how to truly breathe.  I just love the water. And driving anywhere on vacation feels more like a summer retreat.

I took a few photos at the first stop at Prescott and just relaxed at the marina for about 30 minutes.  The towns I passed through thereafter reminded me of small American towns when I was growing up like Swanton or St-Albans, Vermont.  The buildings were so similar…all a New England look.

I was reminded of an old fling in Brockville. I remember how I fell in love with that town by the St-Lawrence seaway.  The person was a professional musician having performed for Calgary Symphony Orchestra and he was also a composer and history teacher. Such an interesting man he was.  I remember he was the only person who had told me while stroking my face (without his glasses…he was literally blind without them) and he whispered “You are going to age beautifully.”  I was touched…not something you expect to hear in your mid 40`s when you have just started dating again after more than 25 years.  But it has truly moved me.

I arrived in Kingston around five which was rush hour traffic and decided to relax a bit in my room that I had rented.  Dave, the man who owned the house and rented most of the rooms in his house for AirBnB was really nice and easy to talk to. I think he must be at least 6’6’. (I later found out he was 6’11 ½”)

My room was upstairs and I was so relieved when he said I could turn on the AC in the room…I truly needed that.

At seven I freshened up and changed to go out for dinner. I asked Dave if it was too far to walk towards the lake.  He said it was about 2 km…and it should be safe coming back…maybe the only person who may approach me late at night would be a guy selling weed. Well, now, no problem there…the only weed I like are dandelions.

(c) Clr'16
(c) Clr’16

The first part of Princess Street, which is the main drag in Kingston was a bit sketchy at first but not much different than pockets of Yonge St in Toronto or Ste Catherine in Montreal.  I made it to the lake in time before the sun set…although I could not see the sun, I did see the glow and sky changing.  Boats were coming in and it felt so refreshing just being by the water.

(c) Clr'16 Kingston, ON
(c) Clr’16 Kingston, ON

Facing the lake is Kingston City Hall…it looks like a parliament building…and the park in front has water spraying. It is a lovely park filled with tourists but not too many like some cities.  Front street reminded me of Old Montreal and a tiny bit of Toronto’s lakeshore at the end of York Street behind Second Cup.  I felt at home here…and I liked that the town is smaller but has all the beauty and “cachet” of cities by the water.

Why am I mentioning this?  I am travelling and checking out areas I may decided to retire …here there is a university (Queens),  college (St Lawrence) and people are really friendly.  Something to think about.

There were many terraces and restaurants to choose from but the first one that caught my eye was a Scottish pub…and so I walked in wondering if I could ask for a seat on the patio…the bartender welcomed me in and told me to sit anywhere.  The Celtic music drew me in and I decided to take  a corner table.

The young man recommended the salmon and brie panini which was delicious with a nice cool Tennents Lager, a perfect blend with the Scottish music in the background.

Walking back seemed a bit trying.  I had not realized I was walking the 3.5 km uphill!  But I took my time and it seemed faster since I knew where I was going.  When I arrived, the host and friends were entertaining a few friends and you could still smell scent of weed lingering which accounted  for the dazed and mellow look of a few.  I showered and went straight to bed and was relieved there was an a/c in the bedroom upstairs at 30+ C plus humidity, I would have melted.

Day 2

Woke up at 8 which, for me, is like getting up at the crack of dawn.  I dressed and packed dying for a coffee and too shy to ask the host.  As I walked out back, the host and his friends were sitting at a table.  I started chatting a bit and ended up sitting down and chatting some more for 2 HOURS!

After turning in circles, I finally got on Hwy 2 but I was getting further from the lake… so much for driving on slow routes and not seeing much. But there is not just the lake on country roads, right? I do enjoy going through the towns. The old buildings in their downtown core remind me of American towns in Vermont near the lake.

After an hour of driving,  I saw the sign, “Entering Mohawk territory”. I stopped about fifteen minutes later to gas up and get a cup of coffee. I had not had my caffeine fix and it was 11:30!!  As I parked my car to get gas, a man waved to me shouting, “back up a bit more, Dear.” Wow! 89cents a litre and service!  And friendly as well!  I ended up going next door for a meatball sub and coffee.  After that I drove up to Trenton and decided to get to Hwy 401, so I could beat the rush hour traffic crossing Toronto.

By the time I was an hour from Toronto, I hear on 680 News the 407 (a toll hwy parallel to 401)there was an accident and metal spilled all over the highway at Dixie. Well, that was close to where I was headed which means rush hour traffic would be diverted to 401.  Traffic was slow but by the time I got to Etobicoke (where I used to live) I got off the clogged highway and cut through a street that would take me quicker to the QEW to get to Oakville. My aunt and uncle were expecting me for supper and I wanted to get to the airbnb before to get the keys to the condo.

I got there by 17:00; the woman was friendly and we got to speaking of India when she noticed my mala beads around my neck and wrists. She told me she had lived several years in  India and she was from the town where  I am currently living…that’s right, from Brossard, Quebec. This is the second person I have rented a room in Oakville who are from Quebec.

Day 3

I was pleased to see that my uncle and aunt were quite well despite their struggles with old age.  The next day, they were going over to their son’s to celebrate her 87th birthday.  I offered to drive them back and forth so my aunt could have an extra glass of wine and just enjoy herself.

We brought along my aunt’s IPad so my cousin’s son could help me figure out how to configure it to make it easier for her to use.  We ended the evening early and by the time I got to my airbnb,  a migraine was simmering. I stayed up most of the  night feeling such pain and nausea.  I was up at 4 packing and getting ready to leave.  But I couldn’t leave for Lake Erie that early before going to my aunt to show her how to use her IPad.

Day 4 & 5

I went to the closest Tim Horton’s and had an early breakfast, nodding off now and then in front of my tablet.

Later, my uncle was disappointed with all the time spent on trying to show my aunt how to navigate on the Ipad and less time with a “real visit”. (sigh)  I can’t say that I blame him…I don’t get to visit them often.

I was  delighted when they told me they wanted me to have my grandmother’s porcelain dinner set. I have such fond memories of my childhood visiting my grandmother in Montreal. They felt, since I had a car on this visit, it would be a good time to give me the dinnerware now rather than later.  I decided to get wrapping paper and sturdy boxes at U-Haul and would pick them up on my way back from Port Burwell.

The drive to Lake Erie was only 2 hours but with only one hour of sleep, I had to stop halfway in Ingersoll to rest my eyes and finally gave into one can of Red Bull…it does the trick and probably because I only drink this when I am really stuck driving long distances.   One every five or more years is a pretty good average and is not bad for my health at that rate.

The rest of the drive was so pretty once I got off the freeway; the hills and curves and countryside made the ride all more pleasant.  I was glad I had to slow down in lots of places so I could take advantage of the landscape.

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I arrived Port Burwell at 15:30 under a blistering sun. It was 33C plus the humidity. The owners greeted me walking from their pool.  Five minutes under that sun and I could see why one can only endure this heat in the water or indoors with an a/c. Well, they did not have any a/c in their lovely 100 year old home of over 3,000 square feet.  It was like walking into an art nook.  Ann is an artist and so many of her paintings hang in the sun room, living room and bedrooms upstairs.

The couple were so friendly and easy to talk to.  They lived near Oakville 10 years and yes, even Montreal for 10 years.  They were both originally from UK and I thought I recognized his accent .  He talked exactly like my friend from Manchester and the day I left, I did ask him where he was from…Manchester.

Graham brought my suitcase up to my room and explained that the ceiling fan and table fan work well. Nope, sorry, they did not!  I went for a dip in their pool to cool off and then walked over to the beach which was a five minute walk.  It felt so good to be by the water.  Little did I know that I would be spending much of my time under the shade of the trees just above the beach those two days hunting for some breeze.

The first day and evening I walked along the beach and watched the sun set later after dinner. I never saw so many gulls just standing at attention. A little boy ran through them screaming and they flew away for only a few seconds and took position once more.  It was so peaceful hearing the waves as many of us just watched the sky change colour.

The next morning unfortunately, my migraine returned and stayed most of the two days despite the medication I take.  I really must insist on a/c in future summer accommodations.    I stayed by the lake most of the time, reading my book and dozing off and on when the breeze cooled me just enough to feel comfortable.

I certainly want to come back here BUT definitely in spring or fall…yes, when I can feel a nice cool breeze in the window of my bedroom.

The village was so quaint with a few eateries that specialized in fish platters and several hot dog stands.  My first night, I had dinner at The Lighthouse, sitting on the patio.  I got there in time for they close early and the other couple staying at my B & B arrived fifteen minutes after me and it was too late.  Phew! Lucky me munching on my fresh catch of the day, perch from Lake Erie.

I took a few pictures of the village and lake but the last night there, the half-moon was so bright and shining over the lake was breathtaking. No photo gave it justice …I stayed out there as late as I could because I knew how hot it would be in my bedroom.

The town is also known for an old submarine at the museum but due to the heat, I just could not tear myself away to go.  Maybe I will come back with my grandson…I think he would enjoy it here.

(c) Clr'16
(c) Clr’16

I stayed by the lake for as late as I could before the B & B would lock their doors.  It was so peaceful seeing the half moon over the lake.

It was a full house that last night…two other couples had booked and we stayed out late on the balcony chatting.  One man said the next morning, he wanted to sleep out on the balcony he was so hot…must be why he jumped in the pool before breakfast. Smart guy!

My medication for migraine helped for about 8 hours in the day, so I suppose I shouldn’t complain.  Something tells me I would not fare well in India if I can’t even endure 33C …I wonder if perhaps, the headache is related to high blood pressure. I must check that out the next time it flares up.

Breakfast with the two couples and the owners chatting with us was a nice way to end the trip here.  They are really a lovely couple who run this B & B.  They are very involved in the community and even are performing in the local theatre.  I would love to head up there in September to see that play…we’ll see.

Day 6

On my way back, I stopped by my aunt and uncle to pick up the dinnerware and got to Kingston, at the same airbnb I had been on day 1 of my road trip.  Dave was alone in the living room and I was too tired to go out for dinner, so I asked if he could recommend a place to order in. He offered me a quinoa salad he had and I ended up chatting with him and his friend later until midnight.  They are really nice and interesting people.  They have travelled to South America a lot…if they ever open an airbnb there, I will definitely check it out.

Day 7

The next morning I went for brunch at my friend in Kingston and we had a nice visit.  I was telling her how much I wanted to travel more and she had just come back from a trip to India…and guess what?  The trip started in Kerala!  That is the province where Amma lives. She went with a group of teachers.  That reminds me to check out a professor at Université de Montréal who teaches Hinduism, organizes visits with students to India for several months.

It was really nice talking about our families, relationships and our children. I find we are so connected in many ways; surely we have a history from past lives…there are too many parallels.

My friend suggested I avoid Montreal on my return by taking Hwg 30 driving through Valleyfield which actually saved me almost an hour!

Now I am back and it’s nice to be home…Bette, was quite pleased to see me.  I was up at 4:00 with another headache and transferred to the living room where I have the a/c…awakened by the blaring of the alarm in the entrance because there was no electricity for some reason.  Oh well, I had to pick up something at UPS before bringing the car back, so it all worked out.

It’s nice to be home…now I need to save for another trip…I like getting away for a while.

bette 2

(c) Oliana 2016-08-15


Wordless Wednesdays

(c)Clr’16-08-08 Day 1 – Road Trip

moon beams haiku august 7 2016

Tournesol dans un Jardin

in the night sky
swell of my heart
crescent moon beams

© Tournesol’16-08-07

Daily Moments – At one with Nature

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In memory of Jane Reichhold – Aug. 7/16 (troibun)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

© Clr '16 © Clr ’16

Walking home with her grandson after a wonderful day in the city,  she could not help but admire the sky. Once, her grandson was sound asleep, she read about the sad news…such a loss in the world of haiku. And then, she understood the mysteries of the sky tonight.

dash of white clouds
stand out
in the night sky

dash of white clouds
splash of goodness
wings of an angel

stand out
seventeen syllables
more or less

in the night sky
greets an angel with a smile
crescent moon

© Tournesol’16-08-07

And then she read this beautiful haiku  posted  by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, after she had written the above troiku.

without lights
the brightness of a blue sky
full of stars © Jane Reichhold

a star
stands outs tonight
for eternity

© Tournesol’16-08-07

shamanic journey
a red dragonfly comes
to guide the canoe ©…

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Dear Emma,

Well, I finally did it! I reserved a  car for a week starting this coming Sunday. Now hopefully that will push me out the door and take advantage of some of my vacation.  I plan to drive to Ontario and visit my family but taking the long way there rather than that boring 401 hwy.  As soon as I hit Cornwall, I am turning off to Hwg 2 which is closest to the lake.  As a young child, my father would take that route going to Toronto but what did I see?  What did I appreciate when I was given Gravol and fell asleep before we even crossed the Quebec border?

I am hoping to stop halfway which is usually around Kingston…so let’s say I hope to stop for the night in Prince Edward County in a small town near the lake, like maybe near Sand Banks. If I like it too much, I may stay longer…who knows?  I told my daughter I was going away for a week on a no where trip to unwind and get away from family drama that I have been, unfortunately, privy to regarding my mother’s estate.   Now it’s in the lawyer’s hands, and the capable hands of my daughter who is co-executor with me.

I found a few AirBnB’s in the area that are reasonable as well as looking to visit areas by Lake Erie which I have never had the pleasure. I have an old friend who has a campsite at Port Stanley, just passed Port dover, so we shall see where I will end up.  I love the water and quietness as well, so I am aiming for small towns that are not too touristy.

cornwall to PECounty

One day to relax before heading to Toronto

Picton ON to Port Dover and Port Talbot

Two day, one night at Family then on to explore Lake Erie.

Yes, Emma, I look forward to just relaxing and even if it does rain a few days, those are great days to kick up with a good book and snooze…oh, yeah, maybe write a bit too…no plans or pressure there though…not during the holidays.

I may write to you, though, Emma, to share my thoughts about the places I will see and people I may meet along the way.

©Oliana 2016/08/03


My Sharonoa (The Ramones – Movie: Reality Bites)

Sunday lyric Song


I have many favourite songs from movies but the one that always seems to pop up and make me want to dance is “My Sharona” by the Ramones in the movie Reality Bites. I watched that movie several times with my daughter when she was a teenager.

The scene in the movie where this plays is when they stop to pick up food at the gas station. Winona Ryder’s father gave her a car and gas credit card when she graduated university.   I love that scene!  I think mostly I liked the movie because it brings back good memories with my daughter and me.  I chose this video because it shows scenes of the entire movie but the last bit is the scene at the gas station.

The Ramones – My Sharona


Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona
Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run
Got it coming off o’ the line, Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up, for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona

Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh?
Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona
Keeping it a mystery, it gets to me
Running down the length of my thigh, Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up, for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona

When you gonna give to me, a gift to me
Is it just a matter of time, Sharona?
Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny
Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona?

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up, for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona

Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona


Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona
Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run
Got it coming off o’ the line, Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up, for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona

Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh?
Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona
Keeping it a mystery, it gets to me
Running down the length of my thigh, Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up, for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona

When you gonna give to me, a gift to me
Is it just a matter of time, Sharona?
Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny
Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona?

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up, for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona

Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona

(c) Google Play Music


bonding in the moonlight ( Troiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

under the moonlight
savouring last call

under the moonlight
melancholy moment
– just a hint

two sisters
bonds stronger than steel
but, for their master

savouring last call
hoping for one last treat
‘til sleep takes over

©Tournesol’16 – 07- 25

Daily Moments – July 25 2016  cherished moments  Troiku and Haiga

Two Second at Ten, Prompt “strong”

The Troiku is a new form of Haiku created by Chèvrefeuille.

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lazy afternoon (tan renga)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge

the open window
screened with a web
leaf shadows
© Jane Reichhold

cicadas pierce the dense air
birds nap in the listless tree

© Tournesol’16

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final gifts (haiku)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

Chèvrefeuille challenges us at Carpe Diem withTheme Week (5) (5) The Fifth and Sixth Ray  as our inspiration:
Hilarion, Chohan of the fifth Ray, the Green Ray, the Ray of Truth and The Chohan of the Sixth Ray is Lady Nada, the Sixth Ray is the Pink Ray of Peace.

pure of heart
emulating deeds
seeking truth

seeking truth
everlasting peace
death’s reward

(c) Tournesol’16

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raindrops in the night (lune)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

raindrops on roses
like diamonds in the sky
shine in the moonlight


daily moments July 22 2016 Raindrops in the night

 5-3-5 (lune)

Written for Haiku Challenge at PositivityBlogger, prompt “shine”

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swirls of grey Haiku

Tournesol dans un Jardin

looming swirls of grey
winds declare a storm

© Tournesol’16

Written for Haiku Horizons “wind”

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in the dead of night (troibun)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

©Clr'16 ©Clr’16

midnight blue ink
river flows
writing sorrows

midnight blue ink
mocking muses
running off stories

river flows
blending old and current
muddied waters

writing sorrows
drowning at dawn
so boring and trite

Writing about twilight inspired her stay in that moment and wait by the river as dusk turned to twilight and twilight turned to midnight…the wee hours of the night when thoughts rushing in the mind seem to take over and rambling reflections start shouting and the subconscious takes on a life of its own.  Yet, wisdom deciphers what is and what is not…


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Where dusk meets twilight (tanka)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

melting blues to greys
halting presence
life’s mysteries
lovers anticipate


Inspired by Jane Reichhold:

darkness slipping in
water that cannot be still

nautical twilight
the sea gives its last light
to the sky

among early stars
sea bird’s cry

© Jane Reichhold

Mathew Billings – Where Dusk Meets Twilight

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30 days of haiga September 18 to 20th

Tournesol dans un Jardin

autumn harvest
apples and pumpkins
my city sunflower
blossoms mid September
I wait so patiently

(c) Tournesol’16

18- 2016-018-30doh Prompt: apples

linger on her kimono
scent of lavender


19- 2016-019-30doh [for Sept. 19]prompt:  blue or lavender

memories drift
first red record player
melancholy stays

(c) Tournesol’16

20- 2016-020-30doh [for Sept. 20] prompt: red

30 days of haiga with Rick at 19 Planets Blog Art

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web of love

Tournesol dans un Jardin

intricate details
need mending


mindless love
may set you free,
just a leap of faith
from time to time
a frog turns into a prince

(c) Tournesol’16

Haiku Horizons: mend, frog

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30 Days of Haiga (September 11 to 17th)

Tournesol dans un Jardin

30 Days of Haiga – Sepbember 11th to 17th at 19 Planets Art Blog

stubby fingers drop a stitch
Grand-Maman soothes

(c) Tournesol’16

September 11, 2016 Prompt: grandmother, grandfather or grandparents

a mother’s keepsakes
from her children

(c) Tournesol ’16
September 12 ,2016 Prompt: cave paintings or painting or painting tools

reading my tea leaves
in the kitchen

(c) Tournesol’16

September 13, 2016 Prompt: found in a kitchen

setting sail
looking for lost promises
autumn breeze


September 14, 2016 Prompt: from the movie “To Catch A Thief”  or boats

exploring paths
wind at my back


September 15, 2016 Prompt: (felt) hats or hats

Harvest Moon

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

above the smoke
the moon

above the smoke
peering over steel wings
harvest moon

daunting darkness shields the moon
my heart stops

the moon
not above, but just beside me
brings me…

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