Monday June 1, 2015
Monday is here.
Life is a riddle-game. Keeps me guessing. As if there is some clever answer solution.
Gnashing teeth, scratch sculls, drum-tapping fingers on tables – nothing comes out easily – until it does, flows.
I woke to this perfect morning. What causes some days to unfold as if there is some grand-design of fit, form and function?
Too cool to be accidental.
Too elegant to be product of turmoil.
Some might argue it is no more perfect than any other.
Good sleep helps more.
Biting into this challenging/interesting/well-planned day helps even more.
Getting up as planned, doing all things I must do before 6:30AM helps most.
When it is gone, it will never repeat again …
This Monday never existed before, never will again.
An equal opportunity day – for the taking.
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 9C/48F, clear and calm – brilliant sunrise; Gusta pulling hard/sniffing everything this morning so I followed where she led me …