Reminiscences Of Past Lives
Have you ever had an inexplicable affinity for something completely outside your upbringing? I’d like to think these are a result of influences from past lives.
Priest, Jew and Japanese Poet
Being in a Catholic church makes me feel as if I have a psychic connection with the priest…as if I’m standing in his shoes, experiencing each part of the mass as if I’ve delivered it hundreds of times in the past. I can feel the pinch of his black leather shoes and the need to adjust the sleeve of the Chasuble as I pour the wine and water to prepare the sacraments. As a person who was raised Catholic, this might be natural, and nothing to do with reincarnation, but it feels like more than that.
The first time I ever participated in a Seder dinner with Jewish friends of mine, it was like a tradition I had celebrated for decades. It was comforting, it was fun…it felt completely natural. There are times in my life when I feel I must have been raised Jewish in at least one prior life.
And now I’m certain that I must have been an exceptionally talented Japanese poet in some recent past life. The same reverence I have experienced in church and when thinking about Jewish traditions, I now feel when I read or write Haiku. In the past, when I have been asked to write Haiku in school or at the request of a social media friend, there was an immediate sense of stillness and sacred preparation of my mind that happened…completely unexpectedly…and I carefully crafted the words with the exact right balance of earnestness and wit. It was like an act of love.
And then, a friend of mine gave me this:
Haiku Fuck You by Josh Myers (The Haiku Champ) is an amazing compilation of awesomeness. The first example I read immediately cemented my love for this book:
I come to find out that Josh lives nearby and works at the local bookstore (Farley’s Bookshop…which is fucking awesome) and he also seems to run a micro press business with a friend named Joe Bouthiette, so I’m enjoying his brilliant work…especially where he uses my name:
Clearly one of my past lives I was a dock worker or someone else with a potty mouth. It inspired me:
My 59th birthday is this Wednesday. Instead of obligatory birthday greetings on my Facebook timeline…or even worse, begging for money for charity instead of birthday wishes…please feel free to write me a birthday Haiku…either in comments, or on my Facebook timeline.
The Easter/Passover weekend was a bit busy and Finn was quite needy, so I haven’t done an enormous amount of knitting.
But I did do some work on the Briar Rose Pullover.
I finished the ribbing and got an inch or so done on the body of the sweater. This is going to be one soft and very warm sweater.