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FIRST PERSON SINGULAR
Tuesday Dec. 1, 2015
In morning solitude, easy to see each day rolling along – in quiet isolation, without connection – but that private quiet is an isolated place. Yes, there are days for sitting on mountain tops or sailing away on ice floes. Why should we be stranded in any crowd when we don’t have to be alone?
Mattering is personal, subjective and relevant experiences layered upon experiences, reverse peeling our onion – building oyster like, each new experience covering over what went before, causing time to stand still for just one day, tasting experiences, sweetness, if only for one day …
Each morning we embark upon fresh journeys toward something, somewhere, or returning to some place we’ve been before, or wandering aimlessly without thought or concern for where we end up, for how things turn out.
Most days don’t feel fresh. And at day’s end we don’t feel we’ve travelled far at all. But we have. One day closer to one milestone. One day further from another milestone. We measure travel in distance, in time, from place to place. Person to person, person after person. Milestones, every one.
In the fullness of time, one might argue, every day for every person isn’t all that important. Measured now, or measured at some future point looking back, nothing else could ever matter as much as one experience, one day, any day, every day.
With enthusiasm and optimism, as roosters wake the dawn, calling on us to stand up, to show up, to go up like responding to an anonymous telephone survey, asking us what we want, what we up for – neither judgmental or afraid, inviting us each morning …
Mark Kolke
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -9C/16F, snow soft, calm – the day is waiting to melt – and Gusta seemed in search of some elusive critter (or maybe she was smelling her own cold trail?) as we seemed to retrace a familiar erratic path …
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