SOMETHING COOKING - Friday Mar. 11, 2011
today’s Musing written and published from Cranston in south- east Calgary, near the Bow River valley
Morning walk: 16C/2F, chill back this morning after a marvelous melt yesterday; every path like a horizontal Khumbu Icefall that Gusta had trouble navigating, to say nothing of my skidding flailing genuflecting . . . but amusement came when she came upon some edible dropping frozen in yesterday’s melt water that could be no less accessible if it had been frozen in the concrete. Bluest skies may be in Seattle (remember that song?), and though overcast here with light flakes falling, blue looks like it will poke through soon and sun will light me up today . . .
Tsunami waves are dashing across the pacific in every direction this morning – so, wherever you are far away island friends, upcountry must be safest, head for higher ground.
Recent connections made - on internet dating sites - produced surprising connections, near, far, very far and impossibly far away. I am a better seeker, at this point, than I’ve ever been. I’ve not been convinced there is some holy grail of it or to it, but there comes a time when we come ‘round to it.
What is near? What is far? Is there is definition, a dimension, a distance that is safe – a place in space and time that makes if fine? What gives us a taste, an appetite?
Chop, slice, mix and fold, then combine together . . . what recipe works, what poem solves, what combo of ingredients makes music and rhyme or, do you have some thyme?
I’ve no better plan than the next man, no better insight than the next woman – no better playfulness than the next child – I am no better able (or not) than anyone to do anything. I seek openness and truth, laughter and purpose – day to day, week to week, year over year, assoverteakettle time.
Open for business, accepting applications . . . I am open. Sure I am. I think I am. Does that mean that I am?
I’ve been asked – too many times I am afraid – over many years, why I keep getting up, getting back in the saddle to pursue, again, that illusive lubricant of existence built on sizzle that doesn’t fizzle, teased and pleased and uplifted paradigm shifted – you know the kind, where whatever she needs or wants – I don’t mind, when life’s paths, two of them, become entwined.
When not running from or flirting with potential disaster - calmly, deliberately, we should take the high road – of honesty, fair play, purity of our purpose and depth of our truth in new relationships, just as we might/should in longstanding ones to keep them working well.
Life’s mysteries are answered, I’m certain, when two people stare at ceilings, out a window’s glare or at each other just sitting there, and simply know - there is no other place on earth they would rather be.
It is all about location, location, location – any location; in arms, in hearts, in minds – high, dry, up mountainside on an island, middle of an ocean, down some familiar street, closer to wherever we’ve called home. Recipe reciprocity, that’s for me.
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TRYING
It’s choice
for both
not imbedded
in cells
can’t we
just try
just choose
to separate
loving acts
from
lovely pleasure
be clear
be fair
want lots
of both
should one drive
then the other
just follow
can't we
have both
find both
enjoy both
for both?
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Since starting March 21, 2010, I’ve been writing a poem a day for inclusion with this column - sometimes they are connected to the theme du jour, just as often not. Inspiration comes riding in the window on the breeze .... check out the YEAR OF POETRY: archived poetry
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Mark Kolke
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March 10 - PART OF OURSELVES - Comments Received
Although I am not nearly as eloquent as you, I can certainly appreciate your poetic musing. Hope to talk to you soon, I, Calgary, AB
I am very flattered ... your poem was beautiful, I, Bothell, WA
Your writing shows your vulnerability. It's a risk to put yourself out there, to maybe be hurt again. It has to be worth the risk, ZV, Calgary, AB
