EMPTY
Wednesday Feb. 1, 2012
Empty is a static state, synonymous with standing still. Absent of content or momentum.
The empty look, the empty gesture . . . get my meaning?
Views from a cliff, or that canyon floor below are the same . . . emptiness.
Too broad to leap, too wide for echoes.
Empty means many things to me . . .
Not fun when the subject is gas tank, larder, wallet of energy reserve, but when it is an empty-plate, opposite of a full one, it isn’t about food but rather about availability to take on new things. Running on mm-p-tee. best way, to describe exhaustion – sometimes end of the day and, too often, first thing in the morning after working late or tossing and turning the night before.
Empty chairs, seats at the table or . . . the other side of the bed could mean lonely, or it could mean the welcome mat is rolled out, applications are being taken, interviews conducted.
Empty positions, as in jobs, might mean a shortage of budget, or a shortage of the right people to fill them.
Empty feelings?
That’s a tougher one. Does that mean something is missing, or a feeling is empty?
Empty, as in vacant? A description of space waiting to be filled.
Emptiest feeling? Quiet time when I want it noisy, solitary time when I miss a conversational sparring partner.
An empty month, a shopping cart or truck, waiting to be loaded . . .
Empty tally sheet, starting at zero, ready to production …. empty good. Fill me up!
This last month, and this one starting today, are better for me than most months in recent memory – not because of income production, expense control or weight loss (but yes, each of those is trending in a better direction . . . ) but because I’ve re-found, re-discovered and re-invented something I had lost.
I have no magic formula to share – and I suspect we all generate momentum in our own way so that it can’t be captured in a list of how to’s, or rules to follow.
Important to note, I think, is simply recognizing momentum when it is happening – and trying to keep it going.
Momentum.
I got some. I got some more. I want some, Please . . . I want some more.
And more.
Get my meaning?
Mark Kolke
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column written/ published from Calgary: morning walk: -1 C/29 F, calm, overcast, first light leaking through the clouds, traffic starting to hum – Gusta sprinted up the hill with me, happy, but confused I expect at my spirited jog (great conditions, bare sidewalks and lowest read-out on the bathroom scale in a long time may have contributed) but she did break stride for a nose-to-nose with somebody’s lap dog.
Comments Received:
I LIKE THE VIEW
Great post today Mark. I like the view you present, LG, Calgary, AB
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