I’m learning that any writing, reflecting or creative project I want to do has to be done in between: when Jack’s sleeping, occupied with his toys, with his dad...
So I’ve discovered that haikus (those short poems of 5, 7 and 5 syllables, loosely based on a Japanese poetic form) are a good medium for these little moments:
Freedom like a kite
Beckons but my heart’s string-tied
Anchored in a pram
Freedom like a kite
Beckons but my heart’s string-tied
Anchored in a pram
