A course on haiku and micro-books was taught by my friend and writing colleague, JM Reinbold. Joanne and I go way back, all the way back to this:
Stories from the Ink Slingers is/was my first story published in an anthology. It was also the first anthology I contributed to as an editor. It was published in 2007, and it was this (and my 50th birthday a few years later) that led to my decision to pursue a second career as a professional editor. When Joanne invited me to act as co-editor for the Ink Slingers anthology, I had no idea it was the first step on a path for a new career.
Back to the haiku and handmade book class. Writing haiku intimidates me. I have a mental block that, even with Joanne’s excellent and encouraging guidance, leaves me struggling. I have yet to fully understand, much less capture, the “haiku moment.” I have difficulty with choosing words because I focus on form. But I took the course and tried out a few haiku because I wanted to try something new.
When’s the last time you tried something new?
In my post-haiku glow, I thought about the inquisitive adventures I have taken since 2007. I use the term inquisitive adventures because I am not physically daring, but I am mentally curious. Combine those two and you get a person seeking experiences not found at a snowy mountain top, perhaps, but that take her out of the daily box of life.
Here’s a partial list small new things I have tried in the past few years because I wanted to have an inquisitive adventure.
~ Went away to an artist colony (x3)
~ Made a soul collage
~ Led and participated in public Free Writes
~ Walked a few labyrinths
~ Began to practice meditation
~ Investigated Healing Touch
~ Took a Reiki workshop
~ Took a Wellness for Women workshop
~ Spent a week alone at a beach hotel in winter
~ Began a Writing as Healing course at the cancer center
~ Made a Christmas tree out of a discarded book at a paper crafts class
~ Did a 6-week The Artist’s Way course
~ Scheduled a tarot card reading
~ Drank a specialty martini at the Philadelphia Girls Rowing Club
~ Ate pig cheeks
~ Made a micro book
~ Wrote this haiku:
summer afternoon sun blasts
benign neglect death
I also made curtains out of distressed vintage tablecloths for my kitchen and guest room windows. The third talent I have with my hands—after typing and twirling a baton—is sewing. I only sew straight lines, but you can do a lot with straight lines, if you take the straight lines out of their box. Some people look at a 50s tablecloths with a few stains and small holes and think, trash. I look at it and think, curtains!
Inquisitive adventures—have you had any? And what do you think about my handmade micro-book? Pretty adorable, if you ask me.