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MO MEANT
Thursday Feb. 19, 2015
Nothing eclipses these.
Different for everyone I expect. Maybe not.
Exhilaration. Action, drama, or something passive, tranquil and relaxing. These places we go, in our head, when there are no sweeter moments – always high-points, not low-points.
Moments, companions, shared with joys, pains, triumphs and gifts – could be rainy day tool store wanderings or grazing over pieces of pie, marveling how dirty headlights get in sloppy weather …
Everyman moments, non-descript non-events, until some happening or someone gives them extraordinary values, imprints meaning, kind-eyed respectfulness.
Sharing those moments, with anyone – does that makes them matter most?
Life is not filled with these moments for some and not for others – life is filled with them and lives would be so empty without them …
If I had just an afternoon to show anyone all that matters in my life, could I do that?
Would I show you?
Or tell you?
Act out, paint pictures or simply be with you – let you feel it?
There is always time.
We often claim there is never enough, there is. Always.
Time to do what we decide – consummate re-schedulers of all things that don’t matter.
When more important moments arrive, we easily split that which matters here/now from that which doesn’t matter as much, which can wait, which is also important but, for this moment, doesn’t matter so much.
Priorities, arbitrary man/woman-made, matter to our big confusion-filled brains. Look around nature, at children, wild animals, space – much order, always time, and no list of priorities pasted on walls.
Occupying time, as emptiness occupies space between atom parts – so much empty space we don’t distinguish between substance and nothing.
Mark Kolke
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 1C/34F, empty sky except around the edges – sunrise inspiration, traffic humming, Gusta ‘regular’ again, all is fine in my world this morning.
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