But I expect, left unchecked, I would need a roll of Kerouac typewriting paper, a week’s supply of ribbons …
Life’s epiphanies happen without prediction, plan or particular place.
When they do, stunned looks on our faces – best kept private, simplicitous realizations we don’t’ rush to reveal. (I made up simplicitous – still, Google return 544 results)
Triggers embarrass a little. Because what we learned, tiny innocuous responsible moments – without crediting people or places involved (they have no role in our past or future), aside from being there when that realization dropped into our brain.
Understanding, coming to an understanding, is not a plan.
No witnesses, no trumpets sound.
There is chest beating. Triumphantly.
Not from outside, but from inside of that insight.
What beautiful mornings these epiphanies make.
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 4C/40F, clear and still before sunrise – quiet streets, longer walk. My foot is still sore but bearable … and Gusta kept to half-romp speed grudgingly as my pace is still lagging. This is the kind of morning I would like (says the non-camper) to wake up out on the prairie at Majorville and enjoy the total landscape ...
Oh how this musing touches my heart! Too much to do. Not enough time. I surrender at times. And accept. I am only one, and there are more important things than getting the laundry folded. Among other silly but necessary tasks. Rather spend the time with the kids. Engaging. Laughing. Creating memories. Laundry can wait. Among other things. Thanks as always for sharing your thoughts. Have an amazing day Mark!, RQ, New Jersey
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