Location, geography, travel – mark our place, or move us – one to another.
But, sitting still, right here, or over there, wherever I am right now – where am I headed?
To something/somewhere, or away from something/somewhere?
Do I have enough clarity, presence of mind and resolve to make that journey?
Where am I?
Not a GPS question.
Movement of our body is easy.
One foot in front, then the other … repeat.
Passport and plastic in hand, I can go just about anywhere. Career moves, life changes and mobility are changing – we are all more e-fluenced and fewer clicks-away from change, from action, than ever before.
Why are people stuck, why aren’t they un-stuck? Am I stuck too?
There I was, last night – sitting home alone, binge-watching season two of The Newsroom. The phone rang. Conversation was an entertaining yet challenging diversion, déjà vu and pleasant conversation interspersed with trepidation. A lovely woman I’m sure, recently extracted from what was described well enough for me to realize it was a very long term very messy mess. She’s obviously intelligent, but scarily clear, so anxious to leap into ___________.
That’s just the thing.
She’s not divorced yet, has kids at home still, was in one relationship for 37 years and wants to date.
To date me.
It seems so bizarre to me (I know I’ve done that several times myself in younger daze times), to wretch out of one deep difficulty only to blithely leap into uncharted territory.
Without ‘been there, done that’ platitudes, I suggested she look for someone else to focus on.
And, to call me.
In a year.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 14C/57F, smoky haze thinning to reveal some sky for a change, light breeze – quiet morning only interrupted by someone’s car alarm that wouldn’t stop. Gusta is frustrated by my slow pace, as am I, but ease of getting a shoe on has improved but probably not enough for golf today but I am hopeful for tomorrow …
I did not have a great work out this morning. Age continues to disappoint me that way. On the way into work I heard a dispassionate CBC voice deliver this factoid about mid-east refuges - men, women, children : “Over 2,500 people have drowned trying to cross the Mediterranean” and I was immediately paralyzed by the insane disparities we tolerate on this earth. Never enough, indeed. And it is not OK, but the day is calling, and I am already far away, RH, Calgary, AB
Hi Mark……I don't usually forward this kind of thing, but reading your musings, I thought you might like this one. When I got it I thought "oh no a bunch more pictures to look at"….but I did, and I was glad. The last line was the clincher. Best wishes, AM, Calgary, AB
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