Last night – two calls, two friends, different reasons. One sad, one joyous, one in need of a shoulder, the other offering one.
Who are they, and why are they so different from me?
Clerk in a government office, unknown neighbour, telemarketer, bill collector – leaders or followers, beginners, finishers …
What separates happy from sad, sad from depressed, depressed from those having bad days?
I run into more cranky people than usual on days when I am crankier than usual. I enjoy my day and smile more when happy people smile more at me.
Aside from ‘who goes first?’ I’ve been wondering lately if it is about differences as much as it is about disposition.
If I’m disposed to be unhappy about something, it is likely I’ll be a bit cranky until I’ve worked that out of my system. Or should I stow the cranky, smile, and move along?
Unwrapping who we really are – in the mind could be a playful stripping scene, but in reality it is like we are still wearing our clothes without wearing our mask(s).
Who are we, really?
Flesh, bone, air, water.
Personality, memory, experience, daring-do.
Sons and daughters.
That, it seems, is how it goes.
We are who we are.
Unless we hide who we are. What are we then?
Or, perhaps all of these things describe who we are, or who I am. Putting ourselves on display does not always mean opened up, on display for viewing or inviting intruders.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 5C / 42F, calm sunny weather can only be described as perfect – dark went away, sunshine lit our morning; Gusta sees it as just another morning of sniffing and snacking, I see it as the end of our walks on these streets as we prepare to walk in and near FishCreekPark
On the subject of musings – you might have enjoyed the Spur Festival this weekend sponsored through the LRC – Literary Review Canada – I knew of it because of Helen Walsh – publisher of LRC who has also been active with the Couchiching Conference and events. Although as I recall you don’t do group events? I was blown away by Christian Bok – who won the Griffin prize for Eunoia..and has been working on a project for the past 14 years to embed a short poem into some indestructible bacteria DNA? OMG – who knew? And my own musing which has been growing for a while now is perhaps that Calgary “is no country for old (wo)men.” Have a great day!, SE, Calgary, AB