Musing

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

walk report: -7C/19F, high winds (wind chill -17C), gusts of 60-90km/hr.; a definition of confusion would be a dog’s nose on a very windy day; Gusta deserves her name today

wind is fuel for sail

opportunity, not always knocking, sometimes floats on breeze like a butterfly - just as often it is zooming by at high speed and a flying tackle is required to haul it in

I am first hand witnesses – each day as I walk a windswept beach, climb this week’s mountain or cross a broad desert of barrenness, nothing is certain - winds of change, sands of time, tick of the clock - the way things are vs. the way I wish they are; if all the world’s a stage, what is my part, what are my lines, which direction should I go?

don’t fall off stage Mark, watch yourself - wind blows, rearranges things, nature’s doorstep sweeping; on life’s stage, we are all witnesses, all of us players, all of us audience watching ourselves – when I miss a clear connect with my audience falling flat is not failing; it is like the wind blowing by to the next town – some people get me, some don’t

when wind blows hard, like people, it is hard to be sure which way it is blowing; winds of change or just a windy day - either or both I suppose - figuring out the wind or figuring out people is the same - some bend you over, some just blow by – I choose what I haul in

yesterday was one of significant change for me, though no one else would know it; my table looks like papers were rearranged by a whirlwind but there was more upheaval than that – subtle changes in perspective, seeing some things for the first time, again

Mark Kolke
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