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Morning walk: 3C/37F, quiet – commuters/kids gone off, crews yet to arrive, most peaceful portion of day - heavily overcast again/still, drizzle done; bird chorus, happily flitting random-fast, notwithstanding their clear lagoon is run-off clay brown clouded.
Yesterday’s brief moments – sunny splashes through thin cloud-slits were spectacular metaphor; the worst, even if today feels like the worst, will – tomorrow – be behind me.
Great short story idea – came to me, middle of dream/sleep night, faded in/out; I didn’t write it down - I would remember! I woke, frustrated I only have threads of it, rest evaporated (note to self: put pad and pen on the nightstand) . . .
Imagination can be truth, can’t it? Truth is a single word. But telling it requires so many words, and threads.
Truth’s simple, yet endlessly complicated - blocks actions, stupefies strangers who don’t trust my truth. It stares at me, daily; like financial statements. Mostly, like a balance sheet snapshot, this moment in time as opposed to an accumulation of activity, losses and profits … it reflects earnings we’ve retained – sitting on my balance sheet of life, icons of who I am, what I am about, what I stand for and, as importantly, what I won’t stand for.
Some folks I meet hyperbolize - their moral compass in hand, in order, their ready answers to each question. I hate that brand of pompous and arrogant. I prefer mine.
But, I am coming to believe there is much more I need, more than having a destination in mind - journey planned; there is more to be had, and in this, I mean more than sweet companion (nice side benefit if you can find it) of the two legged kind. You see, life should shrink, if I lack courage to make it large; life should disappear if I don’t hang on tight. Life should expand in endless possibilities if my imagination and action arrive at the same time, place, mood . . . in the middle of the day, or the middle of night.
My morning’s cooking along, afternoon’s arrival anticipated – will last till night, be sleep-followed yielding one new tomorrow. Maybe, if I take a nap beside a pad, that story will come to life . . .
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POKING HOLES - archived poetry
When sun came out today
life improved; someone wrote
to me today - life improved
someone called me today
and life improved – well, actually
it didn’t improve but that cloud
hanging over like a wet towel
dried out some, lifted some,
I poked holes in the sky and
now I see a little better -
life improved.
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Mark Kolke
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May 30 Comments
May 30 – THINGS THAT SCARE YOU A LOT – Hi Mark, I have enjoyed listening to the music links you send out each week! You are expanding my horizons. I loved the Irish monkeys! A few weeks ago, you recommended Edith Piaff and I thought you might like to try listening to a contemporary French singer. Try a YouTube search for ZAZ. Enjoy!, KDK,
May 30 – THINGS THAT SCARE YOU A LOT - I don't know if you already get this publication but am sure you would find it an interesting read. Yesterday, you addressed believing in the "impossible" and John starts his mailing with a cute quote in "From through the Looking Glass" by Lewis Carroll whereby the Queen starts her day believing as many as six impossible things before breakfast! Also, interesting political commentary. To subscribe to John Mauldin's E-Letter please click here: http://www.frontlinethoughts.com/subscribe.asp , SY,
May 30 – THINGS THAT SCARE YOU A LOT - Good one today, Mark. I keep a collection of quotes for livening up my speeches and you just got quoted today. "Our maximum is beyond calculation. Our minimum, many of us are already far too familiar with." - Mark Kolke - Thanks, CR,
May 30 – THINGS THAT SCARE YOU A LOT - Just listening to the music you have in your column today......you sure do have a beautiful tune selection. I am so glad you are feeling better today. I look forward to reading tomorrows writing, PE, Calgary, AB
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