Sometimes I read the missed connections on Craigslist.  These are my favorites from Christmas Day:

haiku for the holidays – m4w

Remember my Love,

every day of the year

can be our Christmas.

Come to me now and I will blanket you in my tenderness and affection the whole year.

I will care for you all of the seasons; devotion has no calendar.

You make my highest self shine through and fill my days and nights with the meaning

that I find when your sweet hand is in mine.

A kiss on your forehead is my drug.

Christmas Love – w4m

Your smile unlocks the door to my heart

Your gentle touch opens the window of my soul

Filling me with unimaginable bliss

Making the distance between us disappear.

Merry Christmas;)

A Christmas Wish

May the love and joy

Felt in our universe

Find its way to you

Know that a part of that

Love comes from

My heart

To you

Merry Christmas 😉

haiku for the hapless – m4w

Just me and the dog

with no plans or place to go

beyond the kitchen.

Stores and movies and parking lots are not looking so inviting today.

Even (my refuge) the gym closes early.

I am ready though. Food, drinks, music, good reading and maybe a fire (in the fireplace).

That’s the plan for the next few days. Rest, rinse, repeat.

It’s harder than you think to bake just one cupcake.

haiku for the hapless – m4w

Your picture postcard

tells me that you’re doing fine.

Where’s the “Miss you” part?

I’m sure I must have said, “Have a great time and don’t worry about me”.

But now I regret it. A lot. I should have said, “Please say you miss me every day, and can’t wait to return”.

Even if that’s not totally accurate. That would feel much better.

I told you I am a man, not a boy and that it would be fine as long as you wanted to travel; that I would be just fine.

What a crock! I’m surprised I believed myself saying that.

If you can’t come back sooner, can you at least say that tropical beaches and fresh organic food sucks?

Crab meat stuffed macaroni and cheese, and homemade tomato soup with half-n-half await your return.

hapless haiku hijacked – m4w

Poetry flaggers

get no pleasure from hating.

They want attention.

Too bad that last posting upset someone so much.

It wasn’t about her/him anyway, except to her/him.

Because they are all about her/him.

re: haiku for the hapless

you are intriguing

wondering who you could be

beautiful poems

a true gem of the missed connections section

haiku for the hapless – m4w

The Winter Solstice

marks the shortest of the days.

All my nights are long.

I do not look forward to the nights when you are no where near by me.

The hours and minutes may count the speed of the planet and the seasons,

but my time stops completely when I climb in alone ‘for the night’.

Scanning the room with my senses, I realize that there are no ticking clocks anymore

to lull me into rhythmic breathing,

and my own heart’s beat cannot seem to find a comfortable speed. I force myself into evenly measured breaths,

making my stomach rise, pause and then fall on command.

There is no water for miles, but my memory searches for the sound of the coastline,

and the lullaby of waves on the shore.

haiku for the hapless – m4w

Pike Market madness

Begins around eleven.

Crazed Christmas shoppers.

Shopping, pushing, blocking, glaring..

(I love how the ‘Holy-daze” brings out the ugly American in people.)

I am not surprised when the vendors seem tired or annoyed with the hoi poloi that they

rely on for their livelihoods. But I am surprised that they show it!

If my income depended on strangers buying my wares, and not those of my 150 ‘market competitors’,

I’d be a LOT nicer, and more charming than they are.

Seriously. If you want my $24 for something I do not really need, at least act nice.

(I say ‘act’ because some people just aren’t nice. Sorry. They are not.)

Maybe it’s just me. Or maybe it’s the last Saturday before the 25th… but in the meantime,

would you mind not bumping me aggressively so you can get at your impulse purchases?

Honestly all that decorative stuff will still be there for you without having to push me..


It never fails: The phone rings every day at 10 a.m. It may not always be the same person calling, but the phone does ring. (Well, technically my phone doesn’t ring. It plays a song. Something like this: Laa daa da da da da da daa da dit.) I don’t get it. What’s so special about 10 in the morning? Why does it keep happening?

It’s just a little strange. The thing that bothers me is I’m usually still sleeping at 10 a.m.  That, and the fact that when I picked up the phone today, no one was there. No one spoke, anyway.

The other day I was babysitting Jacob. He’s three years old, was adopted from Kazakhstan, and his mom is expecting (a baby girl!). We were getting our shoes to go outside and play with his Frisbee — it’s funny how little kids can actually throw a Frisbee pretty well — when he stops and asks me a question.

Jacob: Did I come out of your tummy?
Me: No, you didn’t.
Jacob: Well, then who’s tummy did I come out of?
Me: Your mom in Kazakhstan had you. You came out of her tummy.
Jacob: Was it messy?
Me: Probably.
Jacob: Why was it messy?
Me: Because it’s messy in there.

This is the boy that starts all of his stories with, “Once upon a time there was a little, little boy named Jacob from Kazakhstan…”

I saw a tree fall. The little bit of forest by my house is being cleared out. No more loud chirping in the morning. No more deer walking across the driveway.

It didn’t even look real. I was in disbelief, really. To me, it was as if someone had added in the tree as some kind of special effects. Like all the birds flying around in Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds.” (Now that was fakey.) Weird.

Now I can see the roof-tops of houses in the nearest neighborhood, and I don’t think I like it.

I went hiking up to Rattlesnake Ledge today. It was a three or four mile hike. I’m not exactly sure how long it was, because on the sign at the bottom it said two miles to the top, and at the top it said it was 1.5 miles. I’d never exactly gone hiking before. Just amateur stuff that I’d rather not count.

I’ve always liked walking on trails and exploring nature, so it was a fun experience. It was also a challenge. The hiking trail was steep and covered with rocks and tree roots that can easily trip you. I was breathing hard the whole time, and my heart was pounding, but it was good exercise. A definite workout for the legs. Let me tell you. Ha ha. It was surprising how determined I was to keep going. It felt good.

When we finally reached the top, and I saw the view of Rattlesnake Lake from up above, it was all worth it. I sat up there for a while, just trying to take it all in. It felt good to sit down, too. I could have stayed up there for a half-hour just to sit. We stayed to listen to a woman tell us about the history of Rattlesnake Lake, which was nice.

Then came the hike down. It is so much easier to go down than up. Down hill all the way. Whenever we passed someone going up, sometimes already tired and sweaty and not even half-way there, I would think “sucker!” Ha ha. I was just happy that the hard part was over and done with — for me.

At the very bottom, a table was set up with brochures and things about more hiking trails and how to save the salmon (they’re endangered, you know). We were looking at them, but then I look over and see a woman walking in the other direction who seems very, very familiar. I say to my mom, “Mom, that looks like Marjan. Doesn’t that look like Marjan?”

Marjan is my aunt, who happens to love hiking. She yells out to her and, sure enough, it was my aunt! I screamed and ran up to her to give her a hug. (That was fun. Heehee.) It was so cool to run into her. I love her to death. She had been hiking the same trail around the same time, but had gone a bit further, and we just missed her. (So close.)

All in all, it was a great day. I was tired and hungry afterward, but who wouldn’t be?

I learned about emotional intelligence in Psychology 101. It has absolutely nothing to do with your IQ. And it’s important to your health and success in life. Read on:

The Five Factors of Emotional Intelligence–

1. Self Awareness- It’s simply being aware of your own emotions. Be aware of your gut instinct and listen to it. Intuition should not be overlooked.

2. Handling Your Emotions- This means impulse control. If you can do it, that’s a very good thing.

3. Motivation- Motivation and optimism are highly coorelated. If you’re an optimistic person, that’s great. How do you self-talk?

4. Empathy- It’s sympathy with emotion. This is knowing how someone is feeling without them having to tell you, and you doing something about it.

5. Handling Emotions In Others- The ability to diffuse the emotions of others by first acknowledging their feelings and then having a conversation. As opposed to saying, “hey, it’s not my fault!”

I now realize that, although, in the past, when I have sometimes said that I am unaware of my emotions, it isn’t true. I am completely aware. There might not always be a simple reason, but it is there. (Except for when it’s PMS. That makes no sense.) Sometimes, though, it’s just easier to push them away and think I don’t understand why I feel the way I do.

And, empathy is a beautiful thing.

(I miss you.)

Life is stressful, but life is good. You know that?

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