Musing

today’s Musing written and published from south Calgary, near Fish Creek Park

8C/47F (high 22C), haze gone - strong clear and blue – sum warms our backs, gulls still guard the lagoon at the middle, ducks relegated to the reeds

timing, a curious word

it can mean measuring how long something takes

it can mean the decision of when to do something

it can mean the randomness of when circumstances collide

it can mean so little, it can mean so much

time waits for no one, time flies by or time stands still

timing makes things work

it upsets the order of things

or maybe, it sets a new order

timing is not about who we are, what we are made of, it is not about backbone or wishbone, it is about revelation - opportunities to see events, people and ourselves – not as we plan or design a vision – but as it truly and deeply can be, is, and should be because our own agenda collides with the timing of others, not of our choosing, timing of circumstances, timing of someone else’s agenda reveals nuances we would otherwise not see

it is like, I think, accidentally cutting oneself while preparing a meal – an unexpected occurrence that could, for a simple accident of timing, be a slight nick or a deep wound requiring an emergency room visit; if might produce an ouch, a curse, a pain . . or a ‘wow, look at that marvelous shade of red’

it is not about blood or a metaphor of life being red or read, it is not about time, it is about timing

yesterday, frenetic, a busy week’s end – not sure I could have handled another work day without a break – afternoon wound down shopping for veggies and fresh rack of lamb; PB and I had a relaxing quiet evening - just a do nothing, sun go down, enjoyment of slow late dinner, soft music, cricket and traffic noise moved toward night; and time flew

I said ‘why did you say goodnight? - ‘because you are going to start snoring any second’ – last sound I heard was a snicker

a hanging around day planned; some fish shopping on the agenda, not much more, lots of time, no worry about timing, a hang about, lay about, lazy day of summer

timing is not always of our own choosing - sometimes the world, a group or a single person following their agenda interrupts our momentum - we need to allow time for that, time is not our possession it is the magic carpet on which we ride for a time; time is for taking, time to take a time-out, time to take a break, time to see, time to think - we all need time, time elapses while we do nothing, time flies by faster when our heart rate increases

Mark Kolke
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