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HF: Husband Does The ‘Ku

I have the opportunity to work with some very brilliant people. Many of these people have also consigned themselves to a life where, “if it can’t be proven it cannot exist”. Being known as someone who lives based on what I believe to be true vs. those who live based on what is proven to be, I often get questions from my colleagues on how I can possibly subject myself to religion and faith.

One of these conversations recently ended with a good friend of mine telling me that they didn’t “believe” in anything. Perhaps it was a moment of genius, deep introspection, or perhaps, as I really believe, a moment of inspiration from above, I turned to my friend and said, “Everyone believes in something or they would simply cease to exist. Maybe some don’t recognize it, or perhaps they attempt to ignore it, but when you really think about it, we all truly believe in something — even if that something is ourselves, the ones we care about, or even the loneliness of nothing.”

I wrote this to go along with my thoughts. I hope you enjoy, and thank my wife for allowing me to share it. It is my first attempt at “the ‘Ku”.


Haiku Friday

He believes nothing
But we all believe something?
Science or Religion

Some reach out for it
Life instills it to others
Belief in something…

God or Great Spirit
Evolution and Science
Self Motivation

To Believe is Life
To Exist is to have Faith…
Something or Nothing?


HF: Haiku’d They Be Home?

Or, “What Goes Through a Four-Year-Old’s Mind: The Quintessential Statement and Question”.

Haiku Friday He whined begged all day
“Can I go play with Tristan?”
“She’s not home right now–”

He doesn’t believe
I relent and send him off
“Fine, off you go then”

One stipulation:
“If she’s not there, come right back”
He said, “I will, Mum”

Watched him walk over
Her house is across the street
Further than you’d think

I waited to see
Ha! I knew she wasn’t there!
Watched him walk down drive

Then he stopped and spun
Doubled back, walked through the gate
Yard, he was headed

Slipped on my flip flops
Beats me what he was up to
I had to see this

Walked all the way there
“Ian, what were you doing?
Come on, she’s not home…”

Eyes popped then heart jumped:
“I went through the doggy door”
My son, the crim’nal

I put the fear of death into him. By chance the phone rang when we got back. He said, “who was it Mummy?” “The POLICE!” I said curtly, trying not to smirk. Then we had a chat about social integrity (believing when people aren’t home because they don’t answer the door and you shouldn’t go check, just to make sure), criminal behaviour and house casing. He won’t be doing that again. I hope.

A Fake Haiku

McDonald’s and your grilled Chicken BLT
We were just acquainted
Ten hours later you betrayed me.

McDonald’s and your fast food frenzy
Oh, how I hate you
I didn’t have a happy meal.

McDonald’s and that Ranch dressing sandwich
I never liked Ranch anyway
Three dress sizes gone and a tummy ache to despise.