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RIGHT HERE
Wednesday Aug. 5, 2015
Journey, somewhere from somewhere, whatever we need to see, find, explore and uncover is this daily present we give ourselves – by simply looking near and far. But not too far …
Suppose you looked yourself up – in magical dictionary of everything – what criteria would you search to find yourself explained?
That person we seek to discover, uncover or rediscover is found. Not lost, we were never gone …
Almost exactly identical – genetically so like our primate cousins, it seems to me we are far more like than unlike everyone we see, meet, encounter or read.
Fingers and toes, ear lobes and nose – males and females, sharing needs and purpose – motivations, experiences, from birth through life to death. We wake/sleep, eat, mate, rear children, play, think, feel … then die.
Imprecisely different/similar, splicing hairs perhaps – but …
Physical appearance and attributes, mental acuity, personality, heritage, experience, influences – or ‘all of those’? We all have stories to tell. Stories of struggle, pain, gain, of learning and yearning again – needs, deeds, learning, explaining ourselves to ourselves.
Searching, so hard.
If our objective is to see differences, we see only differences.
If we look under a microscope, or around any corner, searching for similarities it is easy to see how much me and thee – are the same.
You know …
We were each, right here. All along. We’re neither lost or found, or even profound. Difficult, sometimes, to be light-hearted when life seems heavy-handed, yet earth just turns around, delivers to us another day, another blank page.
So write something on it, please.
Yes, we have nothing BUT time to waste, write first …
Mark Kolke
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 13C/55F, overcast but partly clearing now - woke to drizzly summer rain hitting pavement, musically cascading down gutters. It’s beat is unusual but so reaffirming of life (possibly too late, for farmers’ parched crops …) – contrasted with enormous energy of last evening’s wind/hail flourish that left tree debris on our path – Gusta seems calmer today, as am I, long walk, great wet morning air.
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