Winter icicles

Fall, melt and are forgotten

Followed by beauty

I wrote this haiku when I went just 10 years old. It wasn’t about the weather so much, but about a family issue, finding its resolution. My teacher appreciate it.

It remains with me over a half a century later as I look out to the melting icicles. My heart thaws with my yoga practices as I forgive all that has frozen it’s tender bits. Dripping, I flow with what is, growing stronger and more fluid as I become current.

What do you remember from when you were 10? How is your inner child? Ki to Happiness reMembers.