ONE TRACK MINE
Tuesday June 30, 2015
Routine, ritual, rote … right though motions.
Not same every day.
Nearly.
Process regulates morning, sets tone for day, chores, ablutions, grooming.
Like long overtures that used to play at the beginning of epic films …
Some people, you’ve seen them, finish in their cars, on buses and trains, they juggle breakfast, news, coffee, makeup and devices …
My adjustments this past year – powerful, impactful and I believe valuable changes in my life.
Because they are early in the day, or because they are every day?
AND, if these changes are so valuable – why don’t I make some changes of similar scope (or maybe just for repetition) at other times of day?
Or end of my day?
I have one spoon, one stomach, one track, one plan, one routine.
I have become ONE with them …
Mark Kolke
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 15C/59F, a few clouds, moths were heading for cover as morning light arrived at 5AM … we were out before anyone was awake, before birds starting their morning gossip – just one man, one dog, one street – it was so peaceful
Reader feedback:
ATTABOY
but please do hope for rain….desperately needed my hay field is nothing this year, no grass either :(, NL, Balzac, AB
Today's task was blueberries. We planted two cherry trees and one blueberry bush; seeing as we just planted them this spring we weren't likely to get any berry/cherry harvest this year. It was with great pleasure that we received several gallons of blueberries from an orchard fairly close for canning/freezing purposes. Thank you Shirley and Peggy for picking them and delivering them to us. So out came the canning supplies and off to work I went. End result was many half/pints of blueberry jelly; several quarts of blueberry syrup, and several quarts of blueberry juice. One blueberry cobbler, of course. All of which were made with natural sweeteners, not processed sugar. And, all of which are quite yummy. I think I'm liking this sustainable living thing. GW, Bon Wier, Tx.
TASTE THIS VIEW
I think our ability to accept new dimensions in life is scripted by our parenting. Me; I was raised by a grandmother who faced life head-on with the understanding that every experience is a learning opportunity. She embraced life with a joy that was unequal and I inherited that ability to go forward into life; no matter the circumstances, and walk away with fresh fervor for simply living life. My choice at this stage in my life is to live life simply. I am done with all the trappings of society's dictates of success. I have observed that those who strive for that brand of success are rarely happy. Me; give me a garden full of flowers and vegetables and new wildlife to encounter and I am sincerely happy. Life is good here in the piney woods of Texas. GW, Bon Wier, Tx.
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