Friday, March 30, 2012

Seeing Double

Haiku My Heart
March 30, 2012

Haiku My Heart was created by my friend Rebecca. More haiku can be seen at her blog, recuerda mi corazon.



Friendly smiling face
Still traveling with her Pop
Lessons to be learned
In mid March, I traveled by car to Albuquerque, NM with my two oldest Grandchildren. Our journey took us through South Dakota and across the Missouri River at Chamberlain, SD. This rest area, high atop the bluffs along  Lake Francis Case, which is created by a dam on the mighty Missouri, is a convenient place to stop while on this particular route.
In fact, Anna, seen in the first photo in 2006, has been here before. I took the second photo in 2012, six years later, from the same spot. 7 years old in the first and just about 14 in the second. I must admit, it was an after thought to compare the two photos. Had I had this on my mind while taking the 2012 photo, I might have lighted and focused better.

For me, the idea that we have lived to the point of revisiting a place, a spot, far away from home, simply to be on the road together, on the earth where we have tread before, is an extreme highlight of existence.

My Haiku speaks of the wonderful opportunities I have had to be with my Grandchildren on journeys such as this one. Opportunities to tell them my stories of my life and now recall moments of theirs. To show them sites that I have discovered, tell the stories, relive the moments . Maybe they’ll be so motivated to return and remember a moment or place in time some day in the future. That is my dream and barometer of my vision for them. For today, we have a few photographs to hold, but many memories that might live on forever in our hearts.
Peace

20 comments:

ArtMuseDog and Carol said...

Wonderful haiku ~ great photos ~ loving both ~thanks, namaste, ~ Happy Weekend ^_^

Kristjaan Panneman said...

Nicely composed. Love the story behind this haiku.

Namaste

Bruce Miller said...

To link two together moments in travel, time and place is magic :)

SkippyMom said...

Alw ys wonderful to see you my friend & this is an extra special post. I really enjoyed it.

My youngest & I were talking about memories this morning over breakfast and she said she wondered just which wonderful memories she will remember after she is grown. I told her that they would all stay in her heart and she would remember them all, but it was probably a good thing we all keep journals too.

Karen said...

What a beautiful story!

priti.lisa said...

i imagine you to be one of those fun Pops. You are a great story teller, that would make riding in the car bearable, even for me :)
Wonderful Haiku, and so interesting seeing the 2 pictures. Imagine, her life time doubled in the second picture.
♥♥♥

Libby Rodriguez said...

That is a wonderful idea! I like the haiku and the concept and the beautiful pictures :) Traveling with the kids is so effortlessly educational; mine always learn a million things when we travel.

Cheryl said...

I treasure similar memories. You're right. They will remember fondly and hopefully pass this on to their children and grandchildren.

Ramesh Sood said...

Yes, lessons need to be learnt..

ariadnesthread.net said...

A highlight of existence, indeed! With this you enlighten and inspire my own experience of grandmothering....

Stephanie said...

So happy that you are traveling again and visited this place with your granddaughter.

My dad passed away last week and I have been pouring over photos, remembering sweet moments.

have a wonderful weekend.
x..x

gma said...

I drove to Albquerque with my grandson in Oct 2011....we took pictures by a hogan at Continental divide. Will take this trip/photo op with him again in a few years. :-)great idea Spadoman.
I actualy love traveling with my grandkids. We play all the dorky road trip games. We went to NM so he could meet some of the oldtimers
left in the family.Peace to you as well.

Lea said...

Travel and memories are weaving through our haiku... I am glad you are having these times with your grandchildren. My memories with my grandparents are so precious and are at the foundation of who I am today. I love that you could travel by that same spot, maybe Anna will take her grandchildren there and tell them all about you...

Fran aka Redondowriter said...

A very insightful and poignant haiku and the then and now photos of your granddaughter are precious. What a gift it must be to travel with your grandpa. By the way, a lovely child turned into a beautiful woman.

Spadoman said...

Another sleepless night, but I awake to see your comments and feel good inside. Thank you all very much for checking in here at Round Circle.
Being a Grandfather and having these children close by to share the rest of my life is indeed a blessing and also what keeps me alive.
Again, Thank You all so much for stopping here.

Peace to all

Marit said...

I bet you are the most wonderful granddad... I never knew mine and at times that makes me weep (but then again, they might have been not as nice and wise as I fantasize they would have been...) Enjoy the time with your loved ones!

Gardenia said...

What a charming post. And what wisdom : 'For me, the idea that we have lived to the point of revisiting a place, a spot, far away from home, simply to be on the road together, on the earth where we have tread before, is an extreme highlight of existence.'
And I do like 'Ocuppation Renaissance Man'! Am reading about one Renaissance man right now, Rabindranath Tagore.

peggy gatto said...

I found it extraordinary that your haiku was about gandchildren as was mine.
Thank you for your words and wisdom!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I'm returning to your place to say that I know how delightful it can be to revisit the special places in our lives. Daily I explore the washes and arroyos behind my little dwelling--and I rarely see the same thing twice. (Does that make sense?)

GYamato said...

these types of family collections and recollections are my idea of 'unimaginable wealth and finery.' thank you for sharing yours.
one of my treasures; many years ago my mother-in-law, placing my new baby's palm in mine, silently marked the place where the tips of his tiny hand reached in my own. 18 years later, without a word, she did the same thing (only this time his huge paw engulfed mine). Priceless!