WAKING UP - Thursday Apr. 21, 2011
today’s Musing written and published from Cranston in south- east Calgary, near the Bow River valley
Morning walk: -3C/26F, sun bursting over the horizon (weekend heat is on the way), lots of rabbits on our path, some sporting – finally – some gray/brown feet and ear-tips so maybe, just maybe, Easter weekend will be perfect for getting outside to clean up a yard or ride a bike, or hit some golf balls . . .
I’ve been thinking, about people who matter a lot in my life (and some I’ve lost along the way) how they came to be so important to me. Rarely an overnight event, it has been pieces and slices over time – often a very long time – that impress the knowing of someone deep into our psyche.
In creating happiness for someone, for ourselves, or myself – in doing that, am I hurting anyone, turning my back on anyone? What am I doing?
We turn our backs every day; we pass on opportunities, on meetings, events and people who don’t fit, on times that won’t work, on scheduled or planned things that don’t seem to fit our agenda. Does that mean dispose of, or simply re-think, re-schedule and re-order our priorities?
I am not wealthy in terms of things or money, but when it comes to relationships that matter, with people who matter, there is much of that in my life – and I have that as my treasure. My loot. My booty. I’ve not always plundered to get it, but I admit to feelings someone the reckless pirate, adventuring without as many cares and worries as some . . .
Waking up, over worn phrase, has little to do with waking up in the morning; we wake up to reality, to smell the coffee or the roses, to some event inside our head that sounds a loud gong – more likely that we don’t like reality, that we want to change our reality.
Complex relationships, bizarre circumstances and situations - ones that are hard to explain – these are not exceptions, these are our every-man (or woman) realities.
Some people fit our lives well, some fit poorly – some don’t fit at all, but we find them wonderful additions to our life, they fit into our life, and we cannot imagine them not in our life in the most meaningful of ways.
What does it take?
A touch? A word? A gesture? An act of understanding? An act of caring?
Someone new entered my life – my experience, my consciousness. I like that, lots. But knowing someone new, or knowing someone deeply, does not mean anyone else is pushed out, pushed around or purged from my mind because of it.
I’ve bungled some things in the past. I know I have. I don’t want to bungle them anymore. Depth matters, in all things. Possibilities and impossibilities exist in only place – in our minds. If we think we can, we can. If we think we can’t, we can’t.
Some things, like people, come and go – fad, or fancy; momentary flirtations with an idea, a group or a person. An hour, a month, a couple of years perhaps. People, who truly matter don’t come with a time-line or best-before date stamped on the back.
There is a time, for all of us, to pause . . .
Good morning. I’m here.
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This Musing year (my 9th), a new goal - write a short story a week, post a new one each Monday morning for 52 weeks. Tthis week’s story: TROPHY WIFE link to: SHORT STORY PROJECT . Link to last year’s THE POETRY PROJECT archive.
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Mark Kolke
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April 20- HAPPY CITIZEN - Comments Received
I think you are right. We want magic to fall out of the sky, but the truth is, the only magic we get in life is the magic we create. It sounds like you’ve found some. Good for you, EC, Chicago, IL
LOVE WOVEN COTTON – Comments Received
Comments: Mark, really like the Love Woven Cotton story. If you don't mind, there is a continuity error in the story you might want to fix: “You see, last week, Alice told me everything...." and then at the end: “Two weeks ago, Alice went up to Covington ... They were both killed.”, NA, Calgary, AB
TROPHY WIFE – Comments Received
I read your story last night . I liked it. It's clever. I did not anticipate the conclusion. Also liked Paige Turner, MD, Calgary, AB
