Musing

[written and published from south Calgary, near Fish Creek Park]

6C/43F, overcast/calm, robin inspecting apple blossoms next to my window chirped to alert me of morning's arrival (as opposed to a chorus of thousands of birds-in-paradise I'll be hearing soon), duck squadron air-show on the lagoon this morning to entertain Gusta (Maui weather today: Highs around 83 at the shore, winds around 10 mph, chance of rain 20%); bumblebee tripped over to my screen - wanted in from the cool, blossoms so full of nectar but
it preferred to be warm

language is funny; after you get back from a trip, are you tripped? . . the plural of trip is trips . . . while on a trip, are you tripping? . . is ‘to have traveled’ to have tripped?

today, a heavy work load in terms of volume of things to do but light in terms of seriousness - much of it mindless necessary repetitive tasks; I’ve not slept much, but lots done overnight; my mood light (a nap or another pot of coffee may help); gotta hurry, better not trip, but I did trip over some quotations:

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking landscapes but in having new eyes.” – Marcel Proust

“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” – Martin Buber

“ A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us” – John Steinbeck

some people enter our lives for a while, some for a while longer – some leave, some stay, some leave their finger prints and foot prints and imprints all over us; some are with us always in all ways, some are with us forever – sometimes we stumble, fumble, bumble and trip . .

a beautiful woman is like a flower blossom so full of nectar, rich nurturing nectar; but beauty does not equal warmth, lack of distance does not equal closeness, wishing doesn’t make anything so . . and some things just are, because they are; acceptance and love, giving and getting – what a trip; to trip, to fall . . now that’s a question; sometimes we can be over-da-moon with someone far away . . or not, someone we know well . . or not, someone we’ve met or not . . someone we feel close to . . or not; I know this well . . all too well

the trip from close to distant and back again is easy to understand when thousands of miles are involved, more complex then the distance is from brain to heart, from finger tip to outstretched finger tip; physical distance is an obvious thing that can separate people – yet most of us know too well that sometimes a person sitting on the other side of the room or on the other side of the bed might as well be on the other side of the moon, seeming unimaginably and immovably far from our grasp, remote in every sense

we’ve traveled together sometimes, gone divergent routes yet our paths intersected so many times it is hard to imagine my life without this person, a set of memories – mostly great ones – of laundry experiences, fire pits, winter picnics, a ketchup incident, Jacks Grill, Saturday morning cheese buns from the Bon-Ton, Pike Street, any street, really cookin’ together; the trip, this trip, this trip to aloha-land, has begun; SC is driving this morning from Fort Smith to Hay River to work at her office there for the day, then flying to Calgary this evening . . another leg of a very long journey – one that began 16 yrs. ago

I have no firm notion, no clear vision, no rigid wish for where this trip will take us, but like so many things I’ve learned, this is one where I think I need to simply trust the process, trust myself and trust someone I love – tripping will happen and it will be warm

grab me, hold on tight . . I’m about to trip


Mark Kolke
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