Without calendars, what day is this? Celebrations, observances, occasions. Sun/moon based calendars – since before Gregorian and Julian. Holidays, religious days, national days and Fathers Days.
Human creations, all. Would we know? Call? Or write? Cook some bird or mail that card?
Wrinkled without hope, no holiday celebrates being dried-up-sponge-like.
Rainy sad days, sponge-like moisture-aching until some event of magnitude – day we return from wilderness meanderings – celebration day, just like profoundly sad ones but with a wide grin. We feel joy, not from calendar dates, but from people actions.
Earth and sun cause this.
Each year they twice make a solstice.
No thought remedies longing.
I’ll concede – deep thought is important for deep change to occur, but we need that moment when thought becomes action.
And so, today must be an action day.
No sitting, no waiting, no patience. No resting. No excusing. No missing out. No more …
… while I was drafting this column my daughter Carla called. And, talked with my granddaughter Isla. She said she had a perfect sleep. She plans to put on rubber boots and splash in puddles today. Children and grandchildren, our best human creations.
Hearts thirst for blood.
As lungs crave air.
Spring in our steps, summer on our minds.
These days separate behind-us days from in-front-of-us weeks.
Longest day. Waiting for something that never happens makes day the longest. Yes, this is complicated.
Because we are.
Two full-tilt days – hinge points – make one year …
Not where we start or finish. Maybe we should, which would make today New Year's Day. Or, we could replace that with Happy Fathers Day.
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 9C/48F, steady light rain, tree debris and struggling earthworms on sidewalk cracks remind of childhood splashing and exploration of wiggly things and puddles … Gusta enjoyed being toweled off with a soggy-dog rubdown