Not the ‘world peace’ kind or the ‘piece of mind’ kind.
Smile while thinking kind. Imagination run wild kind. Leapt off cliffs kind.
Where is that piece of peace kind?
Pick any chapter of your life – write it down, play out the characters and what would you have? Magnificent musical, twisted tragedy, comic tragedy or high-minded morality play?
Which ever way, it reads more like fiction than anyone’s real life – but as we know, you can’t make some of this stuff up. What pieces would you pick up if you could piece it together like some glassy mosaic?
Life’s path is fiction-like bizarre, and time is running out.
Choice is not one of truth or fiction, but more about driving ahead, full speed ahead and running into sudden, sometimes soft, stops.
Landings can be tough.
Best to collide over a net of something soft to land on.
Flying high or low, forever and always.
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -16C/3F, we walked earlier when it was still dark – seems now that ice-fog has given way to brilliant blue. Gusta liked the fresh snow. Me too. Every blemish spread over in fluffy coating of winter, like frosting on cake ...
My "longest " hour is on the treadmill, have TV, have headset radio, 30 min goes by in a flash, the second 30 min feels like another hour. Soon spring will come & can walk outside, MLD, Memphis, TN
Thank you Mark, I very much enjoyed that this morning. It was so appropriate. I was headed back to Minnesota for a semester and then just yesterday it came to me to not go. My time has been that an hour seemed so long. I went to bed at 7 last night, A, Great Falls, MT