Surely you’ve got noggin’ room for a little something special, don’t you?
With pointy-end of my point, may I penetrate your being with this idea?
Just one – most important part this morning?
Walking through days, running through weekends, racing through months … we must remember most important things.
Otherwise why hurry?
What is that, exactly?
There must be most important in everything.
Asking of everything, then air must be our answer.
Talking about that meeting we finished, book we’re half-through or fresh idea percolating – what, exactly, was most important ?
Verbiage upon verbiage of dryness atop dusty ramblings, wandering in search of a point – or can there be one most important part of that point?
Discussing needles, point is clear – especially for balloons.
What’s the point of what I’m doing?
Point of my life – point of me?
Easy to wax lazily. I’m a writer.
One word is good, ten is better, a hundred is fantastic. Two hundred and seventy-two is nirvana. But: which words are most important?
In jousting? Knock knights off horses with pointy ended lances.
Of doctor’s needle? Cure or prevent something.
We inject our hearts, minds and very being with some point – not inoculating, curing or numbing – but to be injected with joy of life.
Most important point today – convey magic of bird sounds outside my window and how that sound makes me feel alive, cheerful, positive, energized. Listening to life’s sounds, awakened, skip to sound of it, laugh out loud lifts this day.
Without that, can you hear my grandchildren laughing, Gusta’s tail wagging, jubilance of my smile?
That’s my point exactly.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 8C/47F, pleasant of course, but our heat wave seems to have gone away for a while – too soon for autumnal chill! … Gusta found the smell of a bulldog to her liking notwithstanding a ½ block distance – but pulling so hard got the attention of my rotator cuff. Streets are quit except at the Nissan dealer where those vehicles keep tempting my foot to go tire-kicking …