Monday, November 19, 2007
thick and squat - Monday, Nov. 19, 2007
today’s Musing written and published from south Calgary, near Fish Creek Park
-7C/19F, clear sky of white/grey awaits sunrise to start the week, Gusta’s eagerness was way over the top this morning
there is no morning of the week to equal Monday morning - fresh day splashed in my face – like cold water – wake up to it; a new week of goal pursuit, mouse-on-the-wheel maneuvering; on Monday morn, questions beg answers, like day follows twilight, follows a starlit night - what, why, how come, when?
if days were like housing, Monday would be a double-wide trailer; thick and squat and devoid of excitement or great design; Monday was meant to ‘pick up the pieces’ of last week’s hanging over items, to start the week but not too fast – can’t call too many people, visit too many people, meet with too many people because they are all busy dealing with last week’s hanging over items
Monday is not an answer day, it is a day for questions - no fog, no cloud, no obstruction to my view – it stands before me, a large lump, wide but not too big around; too big to hug, too wide to pass easily
Monday is a day for cleaning up and sweeping out, for crossing things off lists and making new ones, a day for sorting out and brushing off, a day for hooking last week to this one – a bridge if you will between week and weekend, a narrow passage of filtration where energy is added to inertness, where drive comes from, where renewal comes from, where get up and go gets ready to get up and went
c’mon . . lets go . .
Mark Kolke
340,356
196.6
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-7C/19F, clear sky of white/grey awaits sunrise to start the week, Gusta’s eagerness was way over the top this morning
there is no morning of the week to equal Monday morning - fresh day splashed in my face – like cold water – wake up to it; a new week of goal pursuit, mouse-on-the-wheel maneuvering; on Monday morn, questions beg answers, like day follows twilight, follows a starlit night - what, why, how come, when?
if days were like housing, Monday would be a double-wide trailer; thick and squat and devoid of excitement or great design; Monday was meant to ‘pick up the pieces’ of last week’s hanging over items, to start the week but not too fast – can’t call too many people, visit too many people, meet with too many people because they are all busy dealing with last week’s hanging over items
Monday is not an answer day, it is a day for questions - no fog, no cloud, no obstruction to my view – it stands before me, a large lump, wide but not too big around; too big to hug, too wide to pass easily
Monday is a day for cleaning up and sweeping out, for crossing things off lists and making new ones, a day for sorting out and brushing off, a day for hooking last week to this one – a bridge if you will between week and weekend, a narrow passage of filtration where energy is added to inertness, where drive comes from, where renewal comes from, where get up and go gets ready to get up and went
c’mon . . lets go . .
Mark Kolke
340,356
196.6
What do you think? Join the discussion - your comments are welcomed - please write.
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