today’s Musing written and published from
[note about music/video links – I find on Saturday and Sunday mornings I have time, and perhaps my readers do to, to listen to some music. I choose pieces I like that connect, in some way, to the subject matter or to my mood… hope you like them]
Morning walk: 2C/36F, broody moody clouds everywhere, light breeze, Gusta’s dog encounters deserve columns of their own this morning; to say the least, one cause me to laugh my sides off at a young woman cursing-out her dog as she tried to herd it back into the house, expletives were many, repeated the whole vocabulary several times, as she struggled to herd the unruly terrier pup back inside . . . a revelation of character no man would ever go near. But that’s not the funny part – she called the pooch by name, Karma.
Today’s music selections for enjoying with your coffee, hot or cold; Jingo, Magpie, Oye Coma Va, Moonlight Shadow, Ukulele weeps, Pachelbel Canon in D Major , Hang Drum Solo , Get Ready and Both Sides Now and this one too.
Each experience, it seems to me, that we have in life – if we are having it for the first time can startle us, amaze us, new-phase us and provide experiences that tickle, torment or delight. Others are often unimpressed, because to them, it is not a new or particularly interesting experience. Example: dog owner and I witnessed the same event, apparently a new experience for each of us, and a totally different experience.
I’ve had loads of those; some laugh filled, some pain riddled, some emotionless, some emotion laden. Some we get over, or around, some stick with us a while because we need that experience to last longer for its lesson to drill deeper – while the counterparty in the situation might be over it so much sooner, or feel they have nothing to get over, that experience so little, to them. Like those cloud illusions, I really don’t know clouds at all; some things got lost and some things were gained.
My coffee keeps getting cold; each time I sit down with a steaming cup – set it aside while I type a few words, then a few more, edit that sentence, polish it a bit, move it up or down; then go for a sip, it’s cold/bitter, time for another cup. First, I’ll write a few more words, a few more, just a few more, OK, sip . . really cold now, time for refill, again.
I make notes, day before, or at night – sticky notes, words scribbled. They meant something then, when I wrote them. But, I think sometimes the note-idea or thought-cues they deliver in morning differ widely from what was in my mind last night or in the middle of the night. Terms like ‘just a minute ago’, angels, magpie, pants, cajole, unabashed, time and distance, inequity. My morning challenge doubled – to somehow translate those notes to thoughts, to paper, to construct, I hope, reconstituted messages from those thoughts which caused me to write those words, on sticky notes . . . so, if you get the message, it was for you, and if you don’t it simply means we see different sides of issues, experiences and clouds . . . or so it seems to me.
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JUST A MINUTE - archived poetry
She was, first, un-gendered child idea, the
arrival planned, she/he would inhabit that
made-over room where our couch, our first
couch, the old TV couch resided, when
Star Trek and Kojak played between Chargex
ads that blared; but they’re long gone now,
so much was changed then in preparation for
the new child, first child, precious child to be
arriving to that gender neutral nest, of freshly
painted hues, those creamsicle colors, orange
and white everything; crib and rocker, bassinette,
diaper pail – with mobile spinning up there,
above the crib, time flew while we picked out
names, but I must say . . . at first she was just
an idea, on starting family a long time ago when
nine months seemed an eternity; thirty-two years
have flown by it seems, like just a moment ago
it was, that she grew and grew up, from a
nothing to a bump, from bump to belly, to
Saturday morn birth that proved she had both
a gender and a name, she wasn’t a Craig boy,
she was a Carla girl who quickly graduated, from
burping to skinned knees, school days, bike riding
days, car buying days, vacation days and college
days when all these calendar pages flipped, the
time flew away until - then it came, it arrived
yesterday, the wedding invitation – sealed and
stamped, posted, delivered and opened up –
it came as no surprise, but this arrival, and the
formality, the thought of it, this little envelope
contained an invitation, to her wedding day,
my first offspring to spring off to her own new
set of stories, the marriage chapter in life,
and time flew.
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Mark Kolke
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May 21 Comments
May 21 – BEST FOR US – I had to chuckle about 'grabbing low hanging fruit experiences of life...' as being ultimately an unsatisfying experience. I'm having a self imposed year long fast from the three things I've loved the most, which have also caused me the most personal damage; men, sex and alcohol. Abstaining was initially not my choice. An annulment, a DUI with legal issues, and a fierce determination to never settle just to have a man, all conspired together to form my new reality. After almost a year of this unfamiliar state of deprivation, I've found a treasure which lay buried right under my nose: Me. The girl I used to be, the energetic, vibrant woman I was years before has amazingly re-surfaced. I smile with recognition as I see her in the mirror again. My adult kids are thrilled to have their mom back. I'm still looking for Mr. Right of course, but with an ease of anticipation that the wait will be worth it, SW Couer d'Alene, ID
May 21 – BEST FOR US – ......will it be Chinese/Pizza or the farmers market - question of the day..LOL Perhaps on Sunday you will find everything you are searching for. Have a wonderful day, PE, Calgary, AB
May 21 – BEST FOR US – I found the comments as interesting as the column today. I love how your readers seem to know you so well, I wonder how many you have had private conversation with if any. I think part of what makes you interesting is that you are on a quest to find the right someone, however I do feel sometimes we need breaks from looking and that this is when indeed it appears in front of you, although as you know I believe you have to get out there and look as well, you never know what or whom you will find. I wish you luck in your search, no one should be alone if they don't want to be. Have a wonderful weekend, MM, Arlington Heights, IL
May 21 – BEST FOR US – Hi Mark, thanks for the phone call, I am sad that I missed you. I have been reading your musings each day, trying to figure out where your head and heart are at...and of course I have not been able to do that!! I do hope your week has been a good one. Hope your weekend is a good one, full of what ever it is that your heart desires. Have you told your special Hawaiian friend how you really feel? , DG,
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