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ODE TO LOVES LOST OR NEVER FOUND
Sunday Dec. 11, 2011
On weekend mornings I find I have time - perhaps my readers do too - to listen to some music. I choose pieces I like that connect, in some way, to my mood. I hope you enjoy these: Jose Feliciano Malagueña , Ella Fitzgerald Mack The Knife , Oleta Adams Get Here
Can’t we just go there, to that office?
To the LOST & FOUND!
Elusive-ity, scarcity, lost at sea or floating in space . . . where are you? Where is my comfort and joy, where is our peace, when will this struggle end, where will that mountaintop be – I’ll climb it – when will I know the search is over?
Not yet.
What causes lines (or conclusions) to be drawn?
Between fine and truly fine, exceptional, outstanding and superb?
And, really, what does that define?
World is divided – we all are – two camps, two schools of thought, two hemispheres; half our brains think they have what they want, and other half constantly seeking.
My quest intensifies, relaxes, intensifies again, then subsides like waves on a calm sea, lapping at the shore, waiting . . .
For breath.
For growth.
For joy to be.
For time to pass.
For understanding.
For the clock to tick.
For the sun to shine.
For the end of the day.
For the paper to arrive.
For the spring to arrive.
For silence to be broken.
For hot breath on my neck.
For the world to be at peace.
For the solution to a problem.
For the beginning of the morning.
For solutions that fall from the sky.
like snowflakes.
For joy to replenish the empty hole.
For that which went away to come back.
For understanding of what we are feeling,
or not feeling.
For the process of life, making us complete.
For aging to bring me peace, like old cheese.
Finding happy, finding love, finding someone, finding . . .
still waiting,
I love these translated words of Hafiz, the 13th century Persian poet:
Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you; and, I can think of no greater devotion than to be shore to your ocean.
Mark Kolke
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column written/ published from Calgary: Morning walk: -4 C/24 F, light snow falling overnight and still falling; Gusta scratching through the fluff to find only smells there . . .
Comments Received:
EVERY FAILURE IS A WIN
I have had huge failures and success in the relationships in my life. The failures resulted in deep scars that still remain and will remain always. But the misjudgments, naivety, missteps, also resulted in my most prized and valuable memories and possessions. So I have not regretted my biggest failures. I have regretted some small ones….for those were the ones where I did not try hard enough, trust in my intuition, judgment, and take the step out to the brink ready to go….. Always holding back, worried about another huge failure that might be lurking, waiting for me to fall into that bottomless pit and swallow me again. And I have come to the realization that my cautiousness, my carefulness, my fear about making another mistake, is the mistake, the error in judgment. Safe does not constitute happy. Safe never provides the opportunity of the win. Safe never buys the ticket, never takes the dive headfirst into the pool when you know you can’t swim, ST, Calgary, AB
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