I can explain the crabby haiku, really I can. I’ve been thinking about all the trees that have fallen, thinking about the light that will be let in as a result of those trees being down, and feeling a little guilty for not being grateful for the sunshine.
And I’ve been thinking about myself, and how pleased I am to see these shadow portraits of myself, how that is just enough of me to be revealed, and how afraid I am of allowing myself to be clearly seen.
I’ve been thinking about how things of beauty can be hidden behind crusty and hardened exteriors, and you can never even know it.
I’ve been thinking how it feels to be busted wide open, to have a hidden beauty exposed in such a violent way.
I’ve been thinking about the beauty that sometimes comes from the storms we weather.
I’ve been thinking of the need to be grateful, both in sunshine and in shadow.