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Morning walk: 10C/50F, everything bathed, sunshine painting beautiful morning on earth’s canvas, no walk encounters - home for toasted yesterday’s French bread (4th attempt; yet-to-be-acquired loaf-shaping skill deficient), reading papers, fresh caffeine filled veins, summer’s heat ‘tis here, another warm one at hand . .
Each unpleasant experience repeated that left me muttering, wondering what reminders I need to avoid trouble. Each pleasant one validates and erases all mutterings. Life has seasons, days of reason, nights of abandon – each leads, to another, busy blur, lucky me.
Most Canadian men and overgrown boys, enjoy hockey metaphors. One that always confuses me, is ‘face-off’. Two competitors, waiting for whistle’s start seems more like ‘face-on’ than face-off. Like life’s challenges, contests, opportunities and spectacular times spent with friend or adversary, combatant or concubine – facing issues and each other is so much better, face-on.
I decide for me, as you decide for you; pointed out to me, again, recently, I am too public for some tastes, too open, too much, too often, too revealing, of my life. Certainly I find it easier to open up than to cover up, easier to expose reality to view – than to obscure truth under guise of privacy alone. But, privacy has it’s place; my boundaries are clear. Some things for being very open about, some for holding close and out of view.
I find it easier to talk about issues than specifics – sometimes I gape in awe - of great opportunities, narrow scrapes and spectacular escapes, these are the stuff of every day. Every time we walk by a banana peel, we avoid tripping on convenient metaphors, but surely, you get my meaning – that every moment, once passed by, becomes component of my past – speed, trajectory, impossible to control. Dangerous? Sure, but better by far than sitting back, waiting for life to happen, or happen - breaks between busy spells always welcome. Easier (and better) than trying to invent a no-slip banana.
It seems slo-mo – earth turns, using clocks to break day in parts – sleeping parts, eating parts, many digestible segments. Life, rushing at us. We should all be standing at the front, like movie heroes at bow of a ship, letting wind hit us, face-on.
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KNEAD DEEP - archived poetry
Early rising, fast rising
not just for roosters early
rousing up writers –
bread too, really swell
rises well, takes beating
down then – it rises again
then I take the live sticky
elastic doughy thing
I create bread – alive bread
my bread, just right
for tasting, for toasting
every day, food I made
is ready to sustain me
after it’s done its baking
after the mixing and
kneading and early rising.
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Mark Kolke
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June 24 Comments
June 24 – THANKS AJ - Congratulations on your recent recognition, well deserved. What kind of pie did you have with your breakfast? Yum!!!, SK,
June 24 – THANKS AJ - Congratulations Mark on your Toastmaster's Awards! I am sure you are most deserving and put a lot of effort into the group. SR,
June 24 – THANKS AJ - Congratulations on your awards; I know that, in your mind, your competition is yourself and your contributions to the organization are altruistic and well considered. The voting group is looking brilliant! Hope you're well and have found a spring fling for 2010, VJP, DeWinton, AB
June 24 – THANKS AJ – Aloha, Mark, Just a short email to tell you that I would very much enjoy staying in touch, and to share a bit. I'll write more, later, when time permits. I need to get ready to take my car in...nothing big wrong, I hope ;) I really enjoyed this part of the quote you noted in your post of yesterday: Fate is left at the shaking hands of our imaginations. It made me think that the fate of two people, as in a couple, is truly left at their combined hands... Well...gotta run...get some tea, breakfast, and the car into
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