Listening to BBC Radio 4 whilst walking the ridgebacks through the morning darkness, my heart sank. The reports about the Hamas attacks on Israel sent a shiver down my spine. I was haunted by the horrific stories of how the soldiers are recovering bodies, the majority of them women and children, and it’s just heartbreaking. I just feel so helpless. I feel numb.
I don’t have the words this morning.
None of my daily ramblings have any significance.
But I can’t not write anything.
I’ve promised myself I would write every day between my 49th and 50th birthday here on Substack, no matter how I felt.
So when in doubt, read.
‘Three Simple Lines’ by Natalie Goldberg is a book I always lean into in moment of sadness, because Haiku seems to always stir my soul. This special book explores the practice of Haiku, a traditional form of Japanese poetry known for its brevity and simplicity.
Haiku moves me.
I get lost in it every time.
What about you?
Just in case you’ve never come across Haiku,…