Musing

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

walk report: -11C/13F, calm, fresh snow, Gusta sniffed for where yesterday’s yellow snow locations and was stymied at a crossroads of tracks – a rabbit convention no doubt, she’s now frolicking in the backyard, I’ve shoveled a driveway covered in three inches of global warming

to answer MJH’s query about the numbers at the bottom of daily musings; the first number is ‘hours left in my life’ and weight; I am sure the first number will hold true provided I keep reducing the second one . . as for wit, my harpoon as always ready, always sharp but not always required – sorry to hear you are hurting – mourning is like that

“We are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations.” – Charles Swindoll

imagine for a moment. everything, and I mean everything, is a message; death is a message about life, life is a message about death, day is a message about night and so on; if there is value in that, what does a morning mean?

as sleep left me, in my mind I was walking down a beach, shore birds were tacking like little sails in the wind edging toward water, then up the sand to safer ground while a frothy surf washed everything clear, swept away all debris only to be back in a minute . . morning is like that; all the tribulations of yesterday swept away by the night, a new clean slate is brought about dawn

few things make a morning more worthy of the day that follows than a spring rain or a mid-winter fresh blanket of white that covers every spot of everything as it does this morning; ruts, blemishes and undulations all seem softer now – an unspoiled metaphor for the day we will each step into, walk around on and leave with our footprints all over it

if we keep our defenses up, those fences let nothing through; if we keep our defenses up we avoid pain, avoid despair, avoid time consuming involvement – we can avoid all the richness that comes with difficulty – but only when we let down that guard, push aside the fence and let things come in; all things that affect us - some make us laugh, some find us sobbing, few make us wish we avoided the experience

everything that happens could be nothing, or, everything could be an important message; I must go now, PB wants to make me late for work . . what could that message mean?

Mark Kolke
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