Musing

today’s Musing written and published from my hotel in North York, Toronto

-6C/21F, 2/3rds of a fading moon looked down, Toronto woke; from my hotel room a weave of on/off ramps caress the 401, a 30 lane feeding frenzy of unique drivers, ants feeding a hill, yesterday’s gales subsided to a stiff humid push against cheeks, strange walking without the strain on my rotator cuff – I think Gusta would have enjoyed walking this industrial area strip, freeway buffer fences in row upon row of brick bungalows

there is no difference – between us, in us, about us – no difference at all

things we wear on the surface, clothes and hair and wrinkles and traits of nose shapes and ear size - such little things . . those little things . . that help us find a friend in a crowd or spot a nemesis across a decade across town or across the country, across some mental divide

‘difference between us’ - phrase, so often used, abused – easily, unwisely, it blithely describes us all – so easy to accept as some real description of something, so wrong

sameness, likeness, mirror and reflection between us – closer to truth, not mental construct of how different we are, but how much we are the same - core strength, humanness – savoring the moments that matter

Yona and Zev, 40 yrs. together, epitomize fit and love and zeal – tolerance, understanding, strength and moments - blended, mended – no difference at all – I met up with them at Miller Tavern (150 yrs. old) on Yonge Street (the world’s longest street), to eat some great scallops and to commiserate with old friends (5-6 yrs. of catching up), plus I had a flashback small world moment bumping into T.V., an Edmonton days colleague I’d not seen in 12 years, surreal - disparate Edmonton connections - in the same place the same night, the math boggles

not months or mountains or magnificent feats – life is moments - we know them when they hit us, we know them when memory takes us back to a moment in time – a meeting, a statement, a mood, an event experienced - changes the course of life, career or relationships – a memory takes us back to smile, to marvel at how it could have all happened; not all flows from that moment or word – but the spectacular jumping off point is spectacular – recalling when we chose to appreciate and embrace the experience that emerged – the moment went by in a second, the memory of it happening becomes a thing with its own energy - velocity, mass, impact, personality and raison d'être

everyone has a turning point or a breaking point – sometimes they come at the same moment, just as often not – but, what makes these moments unique is to watch them happen, as if we were a fly on the wall watching ourselves, smiling a little smile of knowing something magic that no one else knows, feeling the power of it that no one else sees

no point looking around for a turning point – when they happen, it seems the turning points look around for us . . . or maybe every day, every point is a turning point – our challenge, perhaps, is to elevate our consciousness enough that we can notice, want to notice, make the time to notice

Mark Kolke
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