Oaks and Crape Myrtles

Oaks and Crape Myrtles

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

Oaks and Crape Myrtles Aaron Blakeley - Daily Haiku

I have considering my own feelings towards the current climate in the culture. So much information that you can’t trust. This world is so full of lies and misdirection that there is no way your children won’t fall for at least a few of the lies. I was walking this weekend and I came across the ruins of an old monument sign. I was brick and overgrown by tree and vines. The bricks were loose but still standing and the words that were on it had long since rusted away. The studs where they still existed but the letters were gone. I realized that this nature despite what we build always encroaches on us. We build a house and the trees ...

With Me and Rock

With Me and Rock

|Children|Aaron Blakeley

Time with me and rock. Children love rocks, always picking them up. One time one of my little girls was complaining about her backpack being too heavy. We sat down one evening and cleaned out her backpack. There was a lot of junk, yes but there was also about two pounds of gravel in the bottom of it; her “rock collection.” We disposed of the gravel but I have never forgotten how all of my children just love rocks. Remember to spend time with your children doing the things that they love.

With Grace

With Grace

|Children|Aaron Blakeley

With Grace - Aaron Blakeley - The Daily Haiku

Love is complex and yet so simple. In love for my children, I will do what is best for them. The complexity comes in when that love is not something the other party wants. Between adults, this is a big deal, with child and parent it is necessary. My children never want to go to be but they need to. They never want to read but the need to. I love them enough to require compliance. Always with grace.

Paper Age

Paper Age

|haiku|Aaron Blakeley

Write it down, think it, remember it. Paper, paper is good. Paper in this age where things are going more and more paperless is novel. It also is adventagous. The vault 7 leak shows juat how previlent the ability for an individual to invade your privacy is. You know what cant be hacked your journal or note book. But why right anything down at all? We humans are inclined to confess everything. We want to leave nothing on the inside that hurts us or smolders like a coal. Its like we knownwe have done wrong and right and we want to share that with someone. So we journal, write, and post to social media yet though it is cathardic it ...

The Power

The Power

|Children|Aaron Blakeley

The Power - Aaron Blakeley - The Daily Haiku Web Comic

Children are great and dress up is even better. My own children fret over their costumes preferring one over the other and even having some stress over how cool they look. Then a magical event takes place and they become the person they are pretending to be. Next time join in.

The Deep Wood

The Deep Wood

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

The Deep Wood - Haiku - Aaron Blakeley - The Daily Haiku Web Comic

I have lamented on more than one occasion about how I have filled my mind with utter filth on more than one occasion. Sometimes it has been simply filth for filth’s sake. Not even “dirty things” just violence or an immoral cavalcade with no story or lesson. The deep wood that places in the mind, in the heart, in the attitude that is quite and put there by the divine to ruminate and meditate on His glory and no others.

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Why I Protect

Why I Protect

|Fatherhood|Aaron Blakeley

All of my kids want cell phones. They are not even over the 10 threshold. The internet is, for the most part, a burning pile of lies, sex, and violence. I have a website that I try to put good stuff out but frankly, for the most part, it’s a drop in the bucket. I am protective of their media and entertainment. Unfortunately, I am unsure it will be enough.

A Loved Touch of Wild – The Daily Haiku

A Loved Touch of Wild – The Daily Haiku

|haiku|Aaron Blakeley

If I had to carry a pebble in my pocket for every time I longed; I mean deep longing to be in the woods on a quiet walk or to be camping in a primitive campsite I would not be able to keep my pants up. I try to take every touch of nature I get with a sense of thankfulness and an intent to savor. Even when all the tasks of the day have only afforded me the chance to walk out in the rain with the trash.