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IN KNOWING
Sunday Dec. 21, 2014
 
Ancients identified math magic of seasons, celebrated changes like winter solstices – like today’s.
 
New season.
 
Not spiritual.
 
Just math.
 
Speaking of bizarre beliefs …
 
Never believed in fate. Read about it, met people who swear by it, listened to astrology believers extoll how placement of planets at moment of our birth determines.
 
Poppycock.
 
Genetically determined to grow up human, YES.
 
With physical characteristics passed from our parents and grandparents, YES.
 
Beyond that, little is predetermined. 
 
Not to say environment, or influences of whoever raised us, isn’t significant, because they are. 
 
Just not fated.
 
Still, I admit to strange feeling.
 
Some days like this one … feeling something marvelous is going to happen today. 
 
No idea how that will unfold.
 
Someone I meet, something I do or witness, something I feel or thoughts manifesting.
 
Pondering, remembering, I realize I have that feeling often.
 
Again, not any has some pre-determined unfolding plan, but that I will unfold my day to find great surprises. 
 
Like unfolding a many-folded paper.
 
With each unfolding there could be magical change inside.
 
Unfolding our papers, our days, we unfold surprises. 
 
When least expected, they show up. 
 
Isn’t fate. Isn’t magic. 
 
Some richer appreciation of this feeling – in the knowing – we are capable of witnessing moments, acting on opportunities, making something new. 
 
Out of nothing, we create something. 
 
With a brushstrokes, painter creates art. 
 
With a handshake, strangers begin relationships. 
 
With sperm spurts and perspiration, we create new lives. 
 
With an idea, we create businesses.
 
With keystrokes I create something which records this moment, captures stream of consciousness.
 
Maybe that inspires someone.  
 
Oh my, look at the time …
 
 
 
Mark Kolke
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
 
morning walk:  5C/41F, cloudy, steady mind breeze, first day of winter … but deliciously mild, close encounters of the deer kind (same two deer – three encounters on our route; I wonder if they were thinking ‘hey, three golden retrievers in one morning .. cool!’ … and as always Gusta was awe-struck, maybe thinking, ‘wow … really large dogs!’

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