Maybe somebody is wondering why I put haiku on this blog.  It’s because this blog is about encouraging us all to write. Write something. Write anything. Writing is most healing thing I know. Writing makes me whole. When I write I am in touch with my creator spirit – even when I write badly. (Even bad stuff needs a creator.)  And when I don’t write, I’m not whole or in touch. It’s a survival thing for me.

This sounds quite grand, but there are many days when I think I don’t have time to write. And some days I just don’t feel like writing. Some days there are such pressing concerns in my life that get in my way (you know, like laundry or tweezing my eyebrows.)

About ten years ago, I read a book about writing. Unfortunately I can’t remember the book’s name or author (I read a lot of books about writing.) I remember it had a blue cover, but that’s about it – except for one suggestion the author made. She (I think it was a woman) suggested writing one haiku poem every day. Haiku are short – only 3 lines and 17 syllables, and yet when you write one, you are creating art.  So if you write one every day, then every day you can claim, with perfect truth, “Today I created something – today I am an artist.”

I thought this sounded like an interesting experiment, so I thought, “I’ll try it.”

That was ten years ago, and every day since then (well, nearly every day – about 350 out of 365 days each year) I have written one 17-syllable haiku. Five syllables on the first line, seven on the second, five on the third.  I write it in the morning, and even if I write nothing else the rest of the day, I have still written something that day.

By this time I have a lot of haiku. (I hasten to say that not all of them – perhaps not even most of them – are good haiku.  But then, some are excellent.)

Today I am an artist. This is a mighty and powerful statement. I suggest you try writing one haiku a day, and every day you will be able to say this too. Eventually you will find yourself believing that it is true. Because it is.