… carving out time to look out your window, just listening to rain fall
Thursday June 19, 2014
How are things?
Business, social life? State of calm.
Idea life? Energized, thriving.
Ambition life? Bigger.
Out these windows.
Outside stares back – sees me clearly.
Pale half-measure of enjoyment.
Getting inside our heads, inside that big head – having some fun, enjoying this rain regardless of your aches, or my pains.
Life affords moments we take, gives no refunds for those left un-used.
You must be busy …
You must have so much on the go, there is no time for pausing …
I’m pausing, right now. Paused yesterday. Paused the day before.
Decision, to look out windows awhile.
Staring at nothing.
There it is, to be carved out from great walls of difficulty, made magical – then life, as I wish, is explained.
There are few things I enjoy.
Let me define enjoy.
Considering all things I describe as garden-variety enjoyment, so many elements of my life, work, play, circle-of-influencers, family and friends – love it all, get regular and sufficient stimulation for action, thought, value, accomplishment.
Let me re-define enjoyment.
Sitting here in my writing room/office, desk lamp on, Gusta so patiently waits.
Windows open. Torrent (that’s what it sounds like). Rain hitting ground, concrete and asphalt. Musical, magical, powerful, reminds of times – snuggled warmly in beds, reminds of times – teeth chattering, in sleeping bags, in tents. Reminds, poignant big-head moments re-lived, re-enjoyed without regard for where we are today that’s enjoyment, that’s satisfaction.
I’ll purge enjoyment from vocabulary, replace with satisfaction.
Satisfaction is not having everything going well, but this state of feeling incredibly content with how things are going.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 11C / 52F, steady rain (all of southern Alberta is getting soaked – flood risks concerning everyone, fearing a repeat of last year’s horrors), steady breeze brings it through the screen to wet those sills; little kids in raincoats and rubber boots being dropped at the daycare centre, gutters flowing downhill mighty creeks in search of Hudson’s Bay, ground saturated, tree-wells filled, low spots are now mini-ponds … Gusta loved it, she’s classic waterdog and loves being drenched. I didn’t notice a drop – feel invigorated
Invest in life and do so passionately and without concern for the returns. GW, Bon Wier, Tx.
You spoke of investing. I am investing myself wholly in my life. My husband, my home, my community, my work. I hope with all my heart I will be able to invest myself in me again very soon. It is a constant struggle to carve out time for this but it is essential to me, anon
Re: my big fat greek interview ..Thanks Mark. I enjoyed speaking to you and sharing. Its always nice when someone wants to hear "your" story. I read it and all is in order. You captured the "nucleus" of the man as Nacho said in that classic film Nacho Libre. Talk to you soon, GL, Calgary, AB
Ah! Early morning sounds are like no other sounds from the day. The creatures that we can only hear a glimpse of during the sunshiny moments. Here in east Texas those sounds appear to our ears as the sounds of dreams. The owl doing his hoo-hoo-hoo and the tree frogs all competing for air space. We now have two ducks and twenty chickens that follow the ducks as the mice followed the pied piper. Their voices mingle with the call of the wild in the wee hours of the morning. They are free range and have been since Memorial Day and blessedly we have not lost a single one. We also have peacocks that sound their alarms in the night from somewhere in the forest. I treasure those voices unlike any I have ever heard. GW, Bon Wier, Tx.