COURSE OF MY LIFE
… green and playable
Thursday July 31, 2014
Do we need reasons to do something right, or new, or wise, or clever?
Do we need to know why?
Is magic in knowing, or in the doing?
I used to think things mattered more.
More and more, believing that less and less.
Ideas, like lightening, strike randomly.
Eyes are open, or not.
We see, or not.
I’ve been learning lately – in confluence of events, influences and people – attitude and gratitude are connected, that people who matter – matter. People who don’t matter much to me – still matter too, just not to me. Even the most ridiculous of fools must matter to someone …
PT asked, “what will you write about tomorrow?”
Thunder-clouds were roiling all-round.
We finished our round.
Unscathed.
Unsettled …
We commiserated over peaceful quiet on virtually empty course mid-afternoon – over missed putts, errant drives and occasional spectacular chipping.
Great outing – afternoon at Water Valley ; good company on course, awesome dinner after at Notable , then home to rest weary bones. It seems some things ache more than they used to!
PT is leaving next week – doing his Stage 1 walk(he’s doing 630 mile walk across the bottom of England), dubbed Peter’s Walk out of Poverty – part fundraiser, part personal journey, part crazy-azz grueling physical challenge.
PT commented that our attitudes are shifting – his view, this shifting is product of getting older, of stepping through life’s stages. I’m not questioning his math, but seems to me chronology is more coincidental.
We can learn important lessons at any age or stage. Maybe this onsetting-arthritis stage of life causes heightened awareness about not missing lessons because there are fewer stages ahead …
Mark Kolke
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column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 16C/61F, clear, light breeze – my mind busy on the day ahead, the walk was mindless, I was oblivious to anything on either side of me, just chugging along, Gusta tagging along – not sure if this was a good sign or a bad sign but I’m not sure if I was less aware of my surroundings, or more aware than ever.
