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Wednesday July 6, 2016

 

Lives are uncertain mayhem …

Moments – entire days, sometimes magical. Not because of a big win or big loss or big reveal. Or maybe it is that big reveal. It happened. Again. Yesterday. Realization, swirling mix. Ideas and patience and possibility. Arrives. On its own timetable. Know it when that interaction with someone else delivers it up.

Seemed to happen yesterday. Happened twice, two different situations, but the feeling wasn’t. Maybe it was the day. Or me. Or not. Days like that don’t happen as often as I would like.

Wondering, if I could handle that feeling every day. If that can be done, I would try …

If there is a more magical feeling in life, I don’t know it. And I’ve known much magic in this mix and swirl of clutter we make – of loves and loss, pains and gains, births and deaths – so many memories of things we’ve accomplished. And of gardens left untended.

I would be remiss to not remember those who’ve given me those magical moments of never forgetting – because in darkest moments or laugh-filled whimsical euphoric days, those memories flood – kaleidoscope montage. Faces and squeals, places and feelings …

When I am no longer here I would be proudest if my counterparts in those moments might remember my treasured moments with them. I think I should write to each one, just in case, their memory might be fuzzy, so I can share some of those moments with them again. I cannot leave, because I have so many people to reach out to, to reach.

Should I write them now? Yes, of course – or soon at least.

Should I mail them? Well, no, there will be no point in that now. I’ll leave instructions, for them to be sent, one by one to those who’ve ‘made my day’ once upon a time. Or maybe I’ll wrote two, one to tell them now why I’m so grateful.

One more, for later. Hopefully many years later, so they’ll be reminded.

written / published from Calgary, AB

morning walk with Gusta:  12C/53F, light overcast with showers in the forecast, gentle breeze – empty streets except for an encounter with someone intent on petting Gusta, who didn’t want any part of that (so unusual for her – but I won’t quarrel with her instincts. And spring in my step (or is that middle-night caffeine infused?) – feeling really good about the column I drafted over the last two hours, ready for a powerfully important day – important things to do, busy …


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