Just a few weeks ago it was the 35th anniversary of my living in the US. I came from England, with my first husband and our baby son, to settle in Virginia where he was to begin a new job.
We knew a lot of the States fairly well having visited numerous times however leaving everything behind and starting again in a new country was still daunting.
George Bernard Shaw said the United States and Great Britain are two countries separated by a common language. There was never a truer statement! I still remember the quizzical looks I would get when I asked someone for help or directions. It was as if I was speaking with a foreign tongue. I learned quickly to ask in a certain way and use words that were familiar to the listener. Strange but true. It still happens from time to time but these days I just laugh at myself for forgetting.
From across the pond to land of milk and honey Beginning anew
Kim, from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting Haibun Monday at D'Verse Poets tonight ad has prompted us with A Snapshot of Our Lives. To look back at a previously written poem or prose and create a Haibun around it. I chose a poem I wrote called Destination Unknown
I remember writing the D’Verse Haibun a year ago and sharing that January had always been a sad time for me. Each year I was consumed with melancholy and regarded it as a black month.
Little did I now then that 2019 would be one of the worst years of my life. In January within days of writing that Haibun, an MRI on my husband’s brain showed two tumors and he was scheduled for immediate surgery. Thankfully they were removed successfully and not cancerous, but the healing process is long, life changing and precarious. In addition to other existing health issues and the sudden appearance of new ones, we have been on a mind-altering, life changing journey to hell and back.
One year later we are in a better place but still struggling with the process. I am determined to make January a month of new beginnings, change and hope. If you choose to turn off the light, then you will live in the darkness.
Life will always change Accept it, embrace it and Never let it go
Today, for Haibun Monday, Frank Tassone at D’Verse Poets, has prompted us with ‘Memorial’ as today is Memorial Day in the US.
When I think of the armed services, the memory it invokes for me is a visit to France many years ago. My mother’s first husband was killed in the D Day invasion in Word War II and was laid to rest in Bayeux, Normandy. We went with little information other than his name and regiment but thanks to the kindness of the French we found the cemetery and his grave easily.
I will never forget the miles and miles of crosses and markers throughout the French countryside, and how many had laid down their lives or us all.
Wreaths of red poppies In honor of those who died Lest we forget them
We all wait for something every day. Whether it’s the coffee brewing or standing in line at the grocery store. It’s a way of life, and to me, it is not a big deal, but many can’t abide waiting.
I have plenty of patience and never more so than when I was pregnant. The wait of nine months was an incredible journey of learning! Each trimester having its own special identity and feeling. Then at the end is priceless and precious gift!
Although we tend to look at a transition as something in forward motion and progressing, it can also represent a backward motion. Personally I found a difficult transition was forcing myself to look back and face old demons that had been allowed to shape my life. It was only by confronting them and choosing to do things differently that I could freely transition to a better place.