Musing

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

stop . . wait . . hold-it . . hold up . . hold on . . take a deep breath or two . . now take another two or three . . . pause just a minute, will you please? . . . we miss so much if we don’t make time to pause deliberately; eems we have so little time to slow down or pause long enough to know what is happening or what we are settling for - most days, pace of race leaves no time for play, hectic, no time to taste life going by – until that moment is past, the opportunity lost, spirit put on hold . . . . oops

no time to waste, rushing MUST be done; activity more than ever imagined a few years ago fills our days – labor saving (I wonder about that term) devices make us fleshy connected USB ports – text message, call or email anyone, find anything Google’s inventors ever thought anyone might want – in real time, sliced thin, measured in nanoseconds

stop . . wait . . . pause just a minute, will you please? . . no worries, no pressure, just 4 shopping day - 96 hours from now Christmas morn will be underway with lights on in most homes, music playing – pause to hear delicious sounds - children giggling, coffee being poured, oranges being peeled, gift wrap being torn – and deep sighs, loud exclamations, big hugs, soft squeezes; if you listen carefully you will hear sounds of memories being stirred, hearts being touched and fingers reaching out to touch them

let moments pass, let opportunity go by - forgotten, compromised, or left out – then all that is left is mindless filler between memories, space between experiences – pace maintained, that’s the way it is; pause a little over the next 4 days. slice off some time to pause - sliced thin if necessary - but take some slices, don’t wait till they are all gone

for some little tikes this will be a first Christmas, for some folks it will be their last – no way to know how many of these memories we get to have, but we miss them completely if we don’t pause to hold those moments dear, not to say a Tuesday afternoon in April or a cold October night hold any less magic . . . but at this time of year there are more slices of magic than usual

life is a piece of cake, life is a slice - take a really big slice

Mark Kolke
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this morning’s weather/dog walk report: -11C/12F, winter’s first twilight beckoned, clear, garbage truck hydraulic squelches paused the quiet, Gusta paws-ed with a black lab of questionable intensions, a school bus driver in a Santa hat paused to say Merry Christmas while making a last round before the holidays

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