Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Wednesday June 14, 2006 - Year 4, Day 86 - delicious ambiguity
13C/55F, fresh wetness, heavy cloud in the west, drizzling leftovers of a thunderstorm that filled the lagoon last night; lagoon became lake
big choices are simply when smart people make practical decisions about house-buying, job changes etc.
we agonize, then do the right thing, the obvious thing
but, enter emotions
a whole different scenario envelopes us
in all elements of our lives – in business, in play, in body, in spirit, in love or hatred, in pleasure or in pain; then it is countless mini-decisions, innocuous little choices, that determine our path, our health, our wealth, our relationships with each other & with the world around us
some say each person who comes into our lives does so for a reason; having collided with some marvelous people I would suggest rather that little choices create those collisions – every such encounter could involve meeting someone special
in fact they all do, the question is whether or not we notice those special connections when they happen
one special connection with a muser; he initiated it – so glad he did – a good man to know, a good man perhaps questing for his own set of answers; this morning he is gripped by a situation
what can I wish for this son rushing to the bedside of his father who’s prognosis is doubtful?
while I am glad it is not me on such a flight this morning, I am glad my friend has the kind of relationship where he wants to do that, needs to do that – could not imagine doing anything but that regardless of outcome
fathers day can be any day, every day, this day or that day
we skirt, dodge & weave our way through life & death in lives fraught with risk, rife with opportunity
some of us last a short while, some last forever; some have to leave early
until we part, each of us can be across a table, across a great divide, across a telephone line
one palm pressed against another, a friend at my finger tips . . or at yours
‘I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.’ – Gilda Radner
while she was speaking about impending death, mostly I think she was talking about life, living & pursuit of richness in every moment, day, person & every opportunity in our lives
to good friends, old friends, new friends & friends not yet met - when I think of knowing you, I would mostly like to come to you with Gilda’s attitude & my impatience
I have no moments to waste
neither do you . .
delicious ambiguity
Mark
big choices are simply when smart people make practical decisions about house-buying, job changes etc.
we agonize, then do the right thing, the obvious thing
but, enter emotions
a whole different scenario envelopes us
in all elements of our lives – in business, in play, in body, in spirit, in love or hatred, in pleasure or in pain; then it is countless mini-decisions, innocuous little choices, that determine our path, our health, our wealth, our relationships with each other & with the world around us
some say each person who comes into our lives does so for a reason; having collided with some marvelous people I would suggest rather that little choices create those collisions – every such encounter could involve meeting someone special
in fact they all do, the question is whether or not we notice those special connections when they happen
one special connection with a muser; he initiated it – so glad he did – a good man to know, a good man perhaps questing for his own set of answers; this morning he is gripped by a situation
what can I wish for this son rushing to the bedside of his father who’s prognosis is doubtful?
while I am glad it is not me on such a flight this morning, I am glad my friend has the kind of relationship where he wants to do that, needs to do that – could not imagine doing anything but that regardless of outcome
fathers day can be any day, every day, this day or that day
we skirt, dodge & weave our way through life & death in lives fraught with risk, rife with opportunity
some of us last a short while, some last forever; some have to leave early
until we part, each of us can be across a table, across a great divide, across a telephone line
one palm pressed against another, a friend at my finger tips . . or at yours
‘I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.’ – Gilda Radner
while she was speaking about impending death, mostly I think she was talking about life, living & pursuit of richness in every moment, day, person & every opportunity in our lives
to good friends, old friends, new friends & friends not yet met - when I think of knowing you, I would mostly like to come to you with Gilda’s attitude & my impatience
I have no moments to waste
neither do you . .
delicious ambiguity
Mark
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