Saturday, July 28, 2007
taking inventory - Saturday, July 28, 2007
today’s Musing written and published from south Calgary, near Fish Creek Park
21C/70F(high 29C), light breeze, hazy empty sky, Gusta met a Basset hound baying at the moon in daylight – or baying at Gusta, not sure but I think it was an offer of friendship
life is better when we get a new one; I’m counting them up, I’m taking inventory; I have old ones, fairly new ones, deep ones, shallow ones – all shapes and sizes; not baking pans – friends; the only thing that is real, the only thing that matters, the only thing that ever has, the only thing that ever will – relationships with people who are important to us; some have other names like father, child, sister, brother, lover, husband, wife etc – they all answer to friend
life is true friends, rare vintages, who tell how it is, how it isn’t, what they think of you, what they need from you and never ask for what you can do for them; not to say that reciprocity is not important - good friends give and give but they take away a smile, sometimes a hug, sometimes less than that – sometimes more, but friends give and take away rich experiences
life is people (like NC- yesterday response) demonstrating obstacles are things we choose, or not, to dissipate energy; nothing to do with length of life, everything to do with quality of life
‘True friends stab you in the front.’ – Oscar Wilde
life is a life threatening condition; so is marriage, so is parenting, so is every career, hobby, art form or fantasy – it is every day we get up, face up to , taste, consume, live in glory or squalor, joy or pain – circumstances diverse, choices our equalizer; someone with 40 years to live, not engaged in life, idly making wasteful choices while someone counting down 40 days who cannot wait to start each day ought to inspire us all . . but for what?
life is friends who inflict wounds, do stupid stuff, annoy us to – but when done we are still friends; rare ones become rare friends, spare ones become spare friends – like the kind you pull out of a trunk to fix you when you are flat – friendship is not a benefit program, though sometimes benefits can be a lot of fun; I’m not talking about distant acquaintances, friends with benefits – or making a distinction between very old friends or very new friends; some people come into our life for no other apparent reason than to be our friends, if we let them
life is distraction; email here, phone call there - a website building and writing day unfolds; some people say they are on a search for their best friend, some people I meet tell me they have been married to their best friend for many years, but what amazes me about so many people I meet is that they look for (or keep) ONE friend, shutting others out or at least keeping them at safe (defining safe is an entire discussion entirely) distance, not letting them in
life is true friends who call you up for no reason; true friends are still true friends when they’ve not called in a season; true friendship does not live in our in-box, our out-box, our rolodex nor can they be counted by how many people show up at the party – but they’ll surely have a reserved seat at the funeral - life is great every day, but always sweeter when we count up our friends to find we have found a new one
some friends make me howl with laughter, some make me want to howl at the moon, some make me angry, all make me thirst for more . .
Mark Kolke
223,176
200.6
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21C/70F(high 29C), light breeze, hazy empty sky, Gusta met a Basset hound baying at the moon in daylight – or baying at Gusta, not sure but I think it was an offer of friendship
life is better when we get a new one; I’m counting them up, I’m taking inventory; I have old ones, fairly new ones, deep ones, shallow ones – all shapes and sizes; not baking pans – friends; the only thing that is real, the only thing that matters, the only thing that ever has, the only thing that ever will – relationships with people who are important to us; some have other names like father, child, sister, brother, lover, husband, wife etc – they all answer to friend
life is true friends, rare vintages, who tell how it is, how it isn’t, what they think of you, what they need from you and never ask for what you can do for them; not to say that reciprocity is not important - good friends give and give but they take away a smile, sometimes a hug, sometimes less than that – sometimes more, but friends give and take away rich experiences
life is people (like NC- yesterday response) demonstrating obstacles are things we choose, or not, to dissipate energy; nothing to do with length of life, everything to do with quality of life
‘True friends stab you in the front.’ – Oscar Wilde
life is a life threatening condition; so is marriage, so is parenting, so is every career, hobby, art form or fantasy – it is every day we get up, face up to , taste, consume, live in glory or squalor, joy or pain – circumstances diverse, choices our equalizer; someone with 40 years to live, not engaged in life, idly making wasteful choices while someone counting down 40 days who cannot wait to start each day ought to inspire us all . . but for what?
life is friends who inflict wounds, do stupid stuff, annoy us to – but when done we are still friends; rare ones become rare friends, spare ones become spare friends – like the kind you pull out of a trunk to fix you when you are flat – friendship is not a benefit program, though sometimes benefits can be a lot of fun; I’m not talking about distant acquaintances, friends with benefits – or making a distinction between very old friends or very new friends; some people come into our life for no other apparent reason than to be our friends, if we let them
life is distraction; email here, phone call there - a website building and writing day unfolds; some people say they are on a search for their best friend, some people I meet tell me they have been married to their best friend for many years, but what amazes me about so many people I meet is that they look for (or keep) ONE friend, shutting others out or at least keeping them at safe (defining safe is an entire discussion entirely) distance, not letting them in
life is true friends who call you up for no reason; true friends are still true friends when they’ve not called in a season; true friendship does not live in our in-box, our out-box, our rolodex nor can they be counted by how many people show up at the party – but they’ll surely have a reserved seat at the funeral - life is great every day, but always sweeter when we count up our friends to find we have found a new one
some friends make me howl with laughter, some make me want to howl at the moon, some make me angry, all make me thirst for more . .
Mark Kolke
223,176
200.6
What do you think? Join the discussion - your comments are welcomed - please write.
To subscribe to Mark's Musings daily email distribution, write to musing@maxcomm.ca
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