Musing

+11C, lighter cloud with sun peeking through, NO rain
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outfall flow into Fish Creek diminished, it remains a raging little river eroding its former banks; a quiet walk . . later than usual, dog adventures along the way
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I began my day with high-energy work, electing to walk after my caffeine rush subsided – great to take a walk/make some calls/relax break just as the rest of the city is getting into gear
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upon returning it was juggle showering a filthy puppy, incoming calls & urgent emails – so now I can paws to write with Gusta asleep laying across my left foot
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I wonder if the rain & flood experience is a metaphor for finding new paths ?
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water moves around to find new paths, new routes of least resistance allow the water to push its way somewhere new - then high volume surges [water or new ideas] envelop everything in their wake – swirling whirling turmoil, wrecking some things along its path – only to return substantially to former levels in a short while – afterward some stranding water in ‘new ponds’, leaving trickles to flow in some new tributaries
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does change represent opportunity or something to fear ?
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offroading young men revved engines & spun tires till 2 AM . . . not sure if they ran out of gas or if someone wanting sleep intervened; 3 derelict trucks sit silently mired in mud across the way
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Toastmasters was great last night – quite a few new prospects, an unusual temp. venue [engarde!]
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Mark
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