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OPENING SOLITARY CONFINEMENT’S DOOR

Saturday Apr. 23, 2016


Self-jailed, exiled.

Shut away …

Precious time wasted ceases to be precious, lost. Use it. Or lose it.

Alone is easy.

Transporting imagination, where we’ve been, things done – thinking alone, revisiting experiences.

Alone.

Where creative juice reserves are stored, their nectar sipped. Lubricant for highs, lows – caught in passionate expression’s joyous throws – but without a hand to hold. Of despair in a crowd too cold. Random. Unreliable.

Exciting, isn’t it?

Taking stances, chances, glances – time never allowed for pause, examine that cause. Instinct. Quick decisions were norm.

Norm was often wrong. But so exciting, igniting …

Time passes, never pauses. Urgency too – seems smarter viewed in mature ways. Less sizzle. More steak. Future journey-risk becomes apparent, time runs short. Short on gas within sight of destinations.

Resources shortage is easy, but short on time alters tolerance for chances taken. Stances taken. Not because there is more or less risk. Because risking failure or wrong route taken seems fruitless waste of precious time. When did I become more careful, more protective of not wasting time?

But I don’t want to sit, sit still, idling in neutral. Life is movement. Writing is sitting. Still sitting. But it moves me – far, fast, fantastically …

Not at crossroads, but rushing toward one, snap-judgment route choices, craving to be someone’s fork in their road – be their fork. Their spoon. Their sustenance bowl. Feeding, being fed, leading and being led. We got to here – from somewhere back there, pages past, forks passed by, importance passed over.

Calm isolation, aloneness, each to achieve. Breaking out, breaking free, requires no tools …

We are the lock.

We hold our key.


Mark Kolke

written / published from Calgary, AB

morning walk:  2C/35F, overcast, light breeze – hopes of rain – it’s cooler, seasonal, again. Gusta snacking on green-shoots, romping like a puppy – and while her whitening snout reveals her age, here tail still wags like a youngster. Makes me wish I had a tail to wag.

Reader feedback:

SPACE VEHICLE

Hey Mark. Love reading your blog….you are right on….we must all take more serious actions in helping out “Mother Earth”. Yes, Earth Day everyday. Keep on writing….., BR, Calgary, AB

Hi Mark, I really loved this article. I heard a really inspirational speech last night at my office and reading this after hearing that makes me really want to get out there and push my business forward. I need someone like you on my team! You should come out to one of our open houses on a Monday night. You would fit right in!!!, SA, Calgary, AB


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