I was five when I first saw the coloured rays of the sun through half-shut eyes — my eyelashes refracting the light into rainbow colours. A few days later the school teacher asked us to draw the sun, so I did and she said, “The sun always has yellow rays.” I knew she was wrong but I drew yellow suns from then on…
and from the therapist’s room
A little illustrated haibun from one of my notebooks. Probably I’d change the odd phrase if I was polishing the haibun, but notebooks are filled with unpolished stuff. (‘Gems’ I was going to say, but mostly they are full of unpolished stones, everyday gravel).
The haiku at the end is (among other things) about recovering from the winter blues.
I saw a therapist for a while, and very useful it was too, after years of depression. Most of the time when I spoke to him, there was a lot of laughter. People were often surprised when I told them I was depressed, because I come across as fun-loving and gregarious, which I am also. There were a lot of tears in the therapist’s room too, of course. In any case it really helped me facilitate my recovery. And about time.