EXPLORATORY SURGERY
. . . spilling our insides outside
Sunday Jan. 12, 2014
What is it, circumstance or quality that catches, that holds our attention – an idea, or more about that person who is speaking to us, is it viewpoint, or messenger who brings it to our door that enthralls us, is it knowledge being conveyed, or way this new messenger explains that nuance?
Everyone is mystery.
Separating what intrigues in one moment from what matters most, too complex – knowledge transfer done with touch and tone, presence and feeling. More we know something, or someone, façade pieces fall, revealing insides – our own trembles, reflected in someone else, mirrors feelings we’ve known, motives that drove us – but which are no more.
Searching clues, imagining thrills again, seeking again and again and again – swirls of real, surreal and fantastical, thrill wisps – might as well, since we are not going to slow this journey. Enjoy our ride.
New ideas, experiences and people intrigue. Complexity of any life, our own, our neighbour, someone we are just getting to know or old friend – how incomplete our understanding.
When we often feel we barely know those we are closest to, how can we imagine fully knowing strangers or sensing where or how we should start?
How much must we invest to even know those rudimentary basics – let alone anything resembling depth or understanding.
Still, we pull ourselves from whatever place we were resting, get back in metaphorical saddles, explore again that elusive elixir called possibility.
Why?
Not a question of ‘what did you know and when did you know it?’ but rather, ‘what do you want to know, and when did you know that you wanted to know it?’.
Reach out.
Mark Kolke
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column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: -5C/24F, light snow crystals falling making a thin blanket across everything – covering the brown sugar slush, covering ever bit ice patch, making our walk pretty and pretty treacherous so light-jogging will have to wait for another day. Gusta found the smell of a husky cross to her liking but I think their interest mutually lapsed, perhaps evidence they are both surgically altered ..
Reader feedback / comments always welcome:
So very sorry about your friend. Lost both parents, years ago. One along painful slow decline, the other a sudden death, she was only 54, neither is easy. Not long ago a friend was rushing to his friend's house, the friend was dying and he did not want him to die alone. The priest told him "it does not matter how many surround your bed, what ever your beliefs are, where ever you think you going, we each make that last step alone" . Some truth there, only what you have in heart and soul crosses that border with you. That does not help the grief nor sorrow of those who have lost some one they love. At 65, their are still times I remember and even dream of the brave young marine, the engagement ring still cherished, and his death in Vietnam, MLD, Memphis, TN
