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Morning walk: 0C/32F, storm warning continues, icy snowy junk covers all, high gusting winds overnight blow on (added to yesterday’s snow/rainy slurry mess) shaping up an ugly day anywhere I’ll step or drive (adds new dimension to my Friday trip to Edmonton) … but Gusta loved the traction, the wet and rolling her coat in fresh snow (actually more like a 3” deep snow cone rolled everywhere), hopefully it will all be wet history by tomorrow . .
‘The Eskimos have fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be a many for love.’ – Margaret Atwood
Atwood also said: ‘In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.’
Good points, but today doesn’t appear to good for snow or gardening. Brrr. Listening to some Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg just the ticket for denial of swirling inside a snow-cone making machine, temp hovering between freezer and liquidity – but it ain’t necessarily so.
There is nothing so gloomy or dull or negative or disappointing, that cannot be fixed with a mood swing. Don’t worry - mid-life crisis not required, nor menopause – just trust a mood change, believe it can make a difference in your whole day or, possibly, in your whole life.
. . . grab your mood, by butt-cheeks, swing it in some other direction. There is intelligence in a day like this – wisdom lurking to be found, uncommon thoughts, bent moods - door swings (or blows) open, the day comes in, trust it.
Best finds – any day, anyway, at work or play, at home or office – gifts that keep giving, conversations months or years apart that first connected us to someone - connective tissue, maybe Kreskin-esque quality humans have not yet fully developed. Days like this - we need more than coffee or Hawaiian dreams to warm us. When alone or just feeling cool, or cold, or discouraged - best is yet to come.
Ability to connect, to just ‘know’ someone, just ‘know what to say or write’ lives in just doing it. Out of the blue, short gems like these arrived: ‘will keep you in mind when I am golfing this summer and I find out who is available’, ‘long day. I've been home for less than 30 minutes and I am beat. But, I wanted to write you back’, ‘I had my share of coooooooold grey/brown Calgary but hey, spring arrives for you Calgarians in July, not far away now ‘, ‘I didn't get your column today...just checking to see if you are ok?’, ‘want to talk to you ...call when you get a moment. OK?’ . . . suddenly cold isn’t so cold, warm isn’t just warm and stormy sky doesn’t stop sunshine coming my way. Moods are not made in hours or days – they are made in moments. Have you given anyone a mood making moment lately? Why not now?
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MOOD SWUNG - link to archive – The Poetry Project
Moods swing, as pendulums do, but more like
Knees jerking as we walk down worn
rickety stairs where any false step might have us
all genuflecting in some mad tumble to the
flat bottom, where lack of understanding
might just make us late, for fate.
Mood things, blame the weather, pendulum
or stair, I think – or so it seems to me, we tend
to blame, to point, to accuse - external forces
as responsible, so that lets us avoid accounting
for actions, as if it was something of us, we created,
ourselves, alone, on our own - of course, we did.
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Mark Kolke
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April 28 Comments
April 28 – CIVILIZATION – Kudos! Thanks Mark. A powerful piece and as always, cogent writing. The poem is marvelous – would you be willing to let me post it on our DI blog ? We’re looking at creating a ‘poetry place’ where we can hold the space for people sharing their words through poetry… Thanks for the call-out and link to my blog – I appreciate you!, LG,
April 28 – CIVILIZATION - One of the reasons I think your musings works for so many is that you take the very personal experiences of you, your life, and share them with the universal audience of us. You did much of this in your poem, do even more and we shall have to relate to the Joe's of the world whether we like it or not. It is good and you are putting much effort into them. Poetry reminds me of a cross between a song and a psalm and a story., FO, Kaunakakai, HI
April 25 - MOI - Your thoughts of those you encounter that you can't figure out. A bit of a waste of energy and angst? You didn't know them/understand them/"figure" them out simply because they did not let you know them. We only allow others to see parts of us........the things we are comfortable with exposing......at that time......on that day......at that point in the relationship. And odder than that is when someone says they do "know" another.....particularly in long term relationships. One will say spouse or friend won't like that, won't do that or will react in such a way. We all have some sort of ego to make assumptions on the behaviours of others we know well. Change "me" and all of a sudden , everyone around us changes! Most people are looking for similarities so that they can profess "We are both so alike!" Try a different approach........look for a person who, on the surface, appears to as different from you, as night and day. Then challenge yourself to search for the similarities. I'd be interested to know the results! A bit surprised to see the words "give up" from you. I can't imagine there ever being a "time" to choose that. I admire your honesty is admitting it.......as we all have.....but there is always another path,..... another idea, .......another kite to fly. You've truly got into the "rhythm of livin'". , LAR,
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