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PLAYING PARTS
Wednesday Aug. 19, 2015
Full-lesson yesterday. Like fly, on my own wall, recalling interactions with my dad, interactions with my daughters. Some distant, some profoundly near, clear. Simple rarely is. Clear, even less. Forward momentum. No reverse gear.
Two companies I’m dealing with – circumstances of each other-worldly from each other, from my experiences. Each involve strangely simple/complex conflicts, of action and character, fathers and sons. Karmic forces, perhaps, displayed acts of absurdity and humanity, colliding – not as some sideshow, they’ve become main event-like. Forces of strange were outnumbered by days end, three-to-one by fine things, nice things, gentle words, kindnesses – overshadowing the weirdness …
No umpire hollers play ball, reality throws curves – they come from way out in left field, from unlikely sources, mostly crazy-makin’ causes.
How does simple become bizarre farce, bringing together – pulling, part from part?
Adjustments of pace, this forward race – has no order in what we face, or when, to get ourselves, or our project, to first base?
No roads, no rules, no speed signs. No warning about curves, sudden drops or unexpected cliffs. Life, comes without reverse gears. We don’t pick obstacles. Sometimes we pick timing.
We don’t always get to pick our teammates, but we can always pick up our game …
Mark Kolke
P.S.: I’m off to meet co-conspirators at my favourite breakfast spot, 1886 Buffalo Café. We’re cooking up more than just breakfast, though an overnight email tells me we’ll be short one voice today. He’ll catch up …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 10C/49F, clear, chilly breeze – a quick sprint with Gusta for her toileting, more later (to her chagrin) …
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Enjoy your musings. Hello Mark..... Have followed you for several months. Recommended to me by my Toronto friend, JV. You always entertain, often challenge... And seem always to add to each day... Value! many thanks, TB, Charlotte, NC. All the best, tytyty
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