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Morning walk: 10C/50F, cloudless, calm – Gusta is doing the soggy happy dance, enjoying all the wet grass and snacking on fresh shoots . . last night’s thunderstorm left dampness in it’s wake, everywhere we walk is saturated.
‘Behind closed eyes, colors fade and blend into beautiful new creations. Fate is left at the shaking hands of our imaginations. Places new and amazing, faces remain unseen. How, then, does our heart feel as if racing in anticipation of a dream?’ - unknown
Tactics – to deal with objective, adversary, quest or cause, friend or colleague – is where strategy is supposed to trump objections, planning to overcome obstacles and execution should pave way, roll red carpet out, to receive the arrival of desired results. I have come to believe (OK, it took me a couple of decades, but I got there) tactics, in terms of strategy, have no place in friendships, or love affairs, or families. Predicting or plotting a result – kept as private agenda – never, ever, works because it is not rooted in a loving act or caring action.
That said . . .
Living life is either a - proactive, or reactive – process. And, it seems to me, we cannot have it or live it both ways; choice separates us, one type from another - clearly, as we make a decision to consume time, or to let it consume us.
I believe, for me: IT IS ALWAYS YOUR MOVE … that phrase, programmed into my computer’s screen saver, so if my keyboard and mouse are idle for two minutes, that message starts its toggle-wobble of simmering silver graphic against black background, floating until I touch a key, then vanishes. Sometimes I just sit there, waiting two more minutes to see it again.
It reminds me, no one else actions anything in my life. Sure, people do things, say things, call or write – every day, that’s the norm. What I choose to do, more these days than ever before, is not wait for the actions of others to trigger my reaction to them, but to take a step, the first step, the next step . . . when the whole world is silent it’s my turn, for my move . . . it is always my turn.
The wise counsel – caring support of old (meaning long standing) friend does not possess greater value than insight of new friend – but wisdom in it, best conveyed by any friend, is one of respecting us, and still caring, on days when we get weird or pass quick judgment on something that should have been less hasty.
The best laid plans . . . do not usually lead to getting laid – that one I know all too well; the best ideas seem to come in through my window with the cricket sounds at 3AM, and flit out again, just as quickly. Ideas, like love and tactics – come and go, and when all is done, it is my move, still.
Sure, I want to live a huge long great life – but I might not get to choose my best before date, so I’ll keep reminding me that it is always my move, my turn, my step, my next action that is the most important thing for me to do – and in that way, I’ll never be found sitting on my tuches waiting for someone else to say or do something or to grant some blessing to allow me to do what I am aimed to be doing. This was true the day I was born. It has not changed, only my view and understanding of it has shifted, like time does from a pile of sand to the grains speeding through the pinch point of the hourglass.
Few things, I imagine more sad or destructive than a life not lived, than love not given, than our ideas, hopes and assumptions not tested.
Well, what are you waiting for?
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BACK AGAINST THE FAUCET - archived poetry
At the end of the day,
defining
expectations
fullest
life experience,
describes what
success looks like
to a blind man,
sounds like
to a deaf man
how it feels
to a man with
no feeling –
collage
in my mind
a record
of my times
when good
deeds, great
ideas and
spectacular
mistakes
combine,
they’ve made
me - and then
candle-lit comfort
a good soak
a good laugh
good company of
a good woman
in a hot bath,
at the end of the day.
~~~
Mark Kolke
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June 22 –
we have coffee together every morning.
you and i
a fresh cup of coffee
a good friend
rich thoughts and fabulous possibilities for the day
and
then I read your last word &
we are again
countries apart
until the sun rises tomorrow
when I'll turn my computer on
and your words return.
, FO,
June 22 – PATH SEARCH - Your ability to hibernate, to step back and reflect takes discipline and, a belief that in the end, you will be better for it. People close to me have encouraged me to do the same. And, by doing so there may be room for great things to happen. In the darkness, one is more able to see the light, JK, Kailua, HI
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