Sorting-out is not done well in anxiety’s whirl or busy noisy comings and goings.
Which has nothing to do with whether I am walking treadmills, spinning my wheels like a lab rat or quietly walking some street or beach.
Sorting thoughts, feelings, dreams and daydreams works best in calm solitude, in comfort knowing everything that ordinarily needs my attention is attended to, everything which needs my hand, my voice is OK without me. People are OK without me. What? Yes – family, friends, clients, neighbours, adoring fans, suppliers, customers, those I know and those I don’t know, can get along fine without me. Well they can. Any day. Every day.
We are all essential to only one person – to ourselves. Being present, with ourselves, is something we can do anywhere we are, the only way we are.
column written/ published from Paia, Maui, HI
morning walk: I got up at first rooster crow …an hour later, still pitch black, I headed out; 18C/64F, early morning rain, then sun, sprinkles, sun, sprinkles. A great scene (and I have a great picture of it on Baldwin Avenue, depicting why the chicken crossed the road? To get away from the rooster! .. I walked the main streets, then out along the highway where a Buddhist facility sits next to a graveyard that goes down to a little beach, lava boulders worn smooth by billions upon billions of wave crashes. Many of those lichen covered grave markers have familiar Japanese names, many just characters, with so many dates showing people died nearly a hundred years ago. I walked among them, as we all do, among those who went before us …
Well Mark, you have hit the sweet spot. I have just read possibly the most beautiful, lyrical musing. A musing of love and loss and hidden messages, maybe even hidden from you. I loved the wire metaphor and the sweetness of your poetic language that can bring me to my knees. I guess the warm breezes and salt air have stirred something in you and now, in your readers, CG, Cobourg, ON
My friend. What a sad blog. There is no such thing as everywoman, the same way as there is no such thing as everyman. I actually think we have been misled thinking that we can find that one person who gives us everything. Such a person does not exist. You find someone who can give you most of what you want, and whatever they don't give you, you find elsewhere - in friendship, other family, yourself, the earth. Don't despair. Be yourself. Goodness always comes. I'm separating from my husband. I'm so happy. It's always been a toxic marriage and he's given me absolutely nothing (other than three lovely daughters). People say aren't you afraid to be alone. I say I'm so happy to finally be free, RP, Toronto, ON
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