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Morning walk: 3C/37F, sun rolled off horizon ahead of us, we walked in the chill the night left behind .. but I am an optimist; Gusta is too - she’s running hard, I’m off to the driving range shortly – it’s going to be warm enough - we’re both in frisky spring mode. My foot/toe pain has mended/healed and gone away . .
I like ‘wake-up’ weekend music; try dueling celtic violins .. 4 toe tapping minutes to percolate your blood while the coffee brews. Nice looking violins too (if you like that one, check out this one too). Waking, slowly on a morning without phones ringing or urgency sitting on my shoulder, sleep solved so much more than ‘what to write’, fuels imagination and awakens my spirit.
Is it the voice of reason? Or the age of reason? - that which springs to life with the sunshine – the answers are not blowing in the wind, the voices sing through the trees and mix in the forest of too many thoughts; echoes in an empty castle, a taste left on our lip . .
Do you want big times, or little times? Depends, I suppose, on whether we are talking about successes or mistakes. What do you want? I’ve been looking at some things I want, issues that affect me and why I want them – and what I am doing about bringing them about.
‘If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.’ - Oscar Wilde
I wonder if Wilde wrote of a person, an eventuality or a state of mind; I have thoughts along all those. This feeling, error in imagination – not seeing what I must see, ache to see - wait for me, please. I’ll be there, eventually, getting where I need to be - with those I need to be there with.
I’m not far behind, truly. I got lost, couldn’t find my way, no matter who I asked. I’ve begun asking myself; some answers emerging – not into a plan or two plans but a hundred plans, or a hundred hundred plans . . the choices – without limit.
I’ve booked a round-trip ticket, around my writing room - here, inspiration lurks - I feel it; projects strewn, semblance of priority order, but not much; not-finished mixed with the un-started, mental gymnastics determining what should be attacked, or trashed, which should be done first or last, all at the same time . . . or not done at all.
Facing realities I don’t like – my choice is to try to change them, or not; but first there is more pressing choice - to recognize which ones matter enough and separate them from the ones that don’t matter at all. What makes so many small thing important, or are they? These individual arm-wrestles, our own tiny mountains to climb – but too often we make them Everests too big to be mended, healed and gone away . .
Some of these choices/activities are serious life-wrestles, some are just an entertainment – the trick is not just to see which it is for you, but to know what it is for the other fella . . .
MENDED, HEALED AND GONE AWAY
a kiss on your cheek and socks on your feet
your covers pulled snug around your neck
your life set to greet the day ahead . .
a kiss on your cheek to make all wounds heal
a kiss on your cheek to make the sun come up
a kiss on your cheek to make sadness stay in yesterday
a kiss on your cheek to make this day the happiest ever
a kiss on your cheek to make tomorrow happier than today
a kiss on your cheek to make you wake, wake-up, to know love again
one day you will be mended, healed and gone away . .
and still each day, I'll want to kiss your cheek good morning
Mark Kolke
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March 26 Comments
March 26 – OVER THERE – Spring brings yearnings for passion. Lightening is beautiful but brief. Solitude reveals truth. Loving life and wisdom turns us into poets, LP,
March 26 – OVER THERE - In my experience, as in art, everything in life is a prerequisite to the life one could lead. Dig deep. This encounter was a treasure of sorts--have you found the map yet... words and more words, BJ,
March 26 – OVER THERE - Fireworks two tables over. Brings back memories. Did it make you sad to see that or hopeful that some night you will sit at the right table. Isn't life just like that...being at the right place at the right time with the right person, CG,
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