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I first read Writing Down the Bones, by Natalie Goldberg many years ago and it inspired my writing. Since then, she’s written several more books about the connections between writing/meditation/art/creativity and living well. I’ve read them all, and learned from them all.

Her approach to writing–set aside a specific time, write and take what is given—her approach is deep within this long-time poetry practice of mine. For the past two months, I’ve spent my Saturday afternoons in an online writing class taught by Natalie Goldberg and it’s been wonderful. On the last day, she read to us from her newest book Three Simple Lines–A Writer’s Pilgrimage into the Heart and Homeland of Haiku. Then we all wrote haiku –two thousand of us, I think—or maybe at the end of eight weeks of Saturdays we were down to 1500? In any case, this is what I wrote:

5 minutes, three lines

Blue toy
Filled with peanut butter
Puppy concentrates

Listen hard–hear
Haiku
Over the neighbor’s lawn mower

Blue spruce leans in
Nearer to the almost
Blooming quince

Orange leaves, dark branches
Next to the new leaves
Lilac–not yet

White stakes mark
Where
The peonies will live

After my neighbor died
Movers empty her house today
While I plan the garden

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  1. I took Natalie’s class, too. Come Saturday, I will miss writing with you all. I particularly like your last Haiku.

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