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CENTER MY UNIVERSE
Friday Mar. 27, 2015
Getting here.
To this place.
Mental equivalent of that dream-cabin with panoramic views …
State of mind.
Of my being.
Acceptance of life, of this particular life.
Perhaps unworthy goal when considering how important angst, turmoil and chaos are to creation of progress, change and learning.
Tasked with acceptance, self-love and acts of self-kindness?
More difficult. I would submit, far more worthy a task.
Requires self-admittance. Everything I’ve ever done, every wrong deed done, every taking ever took, from anyplace, from anyone – then, still liking who I am, who I was, who I’ve become.
How is that possible?
Not worrying or expecting to be worried about.
Like being disconnected or disaffected.
Neither.
Peaceful.
Rest.
In same moments both hopeful and hopeless.
Not mind-wishes of fantasy.
Aware.
Alive.
It would be my argument this can happen anywhere.
Pick your spot – basement suite, mountain top, middle of the ocean or hub of a busy wheel. This happens more pleasantly here than anywhere else.
Nobody made my coffee.
Nobody made my bed.
Nobody made my day …
Nobody talks. Clerks in stores ask ‘how would you like to pay?’ or add ‘thank you, have a nice day’. Unless you engage in conversations, solitary travelers are left alone, aren’t troubled or interrupted. Not completely. Mostly.
Not to say I don’t like travelling with someone.
Travelling alone brings benefits couples and groups are too often too busy to grasp.
For all of us, because of us – in spite of us – all things we are and all things we are not, all things we’ve never been and wondered about.
This is possible.
Here.
Just another day.
In paradise.
Mark Kolke
column written/ published from Paia, Maui, HI
morning walk: 18C/64F, another sunny day in paradise shaping up; I walked the Paia Bay Beach – walked in and watched waves coming in, nothing between me and Alaska but water and distance, sea debris and imagination. The beaches over here on the north shore are short, but so deliciously empty compared to Wailea/Kihei’s crowded long ones alongside manicured landscapes – here things are rustic, rugged and closer to unspoiled. Sand was soft, breeze was warm and kind while I watched surfer-kids bobbing in the water, absorbing their lesson. School days must be so rough on these young ones …
Reader feedback:
END OF THIS LANE
Hi Mark, Have a wonderful and well deserved break in Paradise! I'm look forward to tomorrow's Musing! CR, Victoria, BC
the islands do grab your heart and make it hard to let them go. Enjoy, refresh, regroup, and revive yourself my friend; you deserve it. Once again, I just wish Gusta could be there with you. There's nothing like a dog covered in sand not knowing what just happened to them. (Experience remembered with my Chow Chow, Furface. Aloha!
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