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Saturday Nov. 28, 2015

Thinking clearly is something most of us believe we have the capacity for. Simple really – be calm, have time, rested, relaxed. Eliminate distractions, ringing telephones, hunger, pain, calls of urgency or the call of nature – just be available. Be present. Then, it should work. Just think. Clearly. That never happens.

No backwater place or time where we can escape it all, appreciate it all, when we can think about it all, clearly.

I’ve often wondered – in those moments of complete chaos, time constraints and colliding stresses – if those aren’t better moments for clear thinking? An ‘eye of the hurricane’ clarity amidst whirls, swirls.

I wonder if an epiphany reached in moments like that really clear thought – does that formula produce obvious answers, surfacing naturally and obviously, standing clear and motionless within chaos of that moment …

 

Mark Kolke

P.S.: I’m more observer than active playmate – but hanging out with grandchildren must be why weekends were invented …

written / published from Fort Saskatchewan, AB

morning walk:  -8C/18F, early morning chill still, I walked Gusta as son broke the horizon like a molten cauldron spilling day on the prairie – this neighbouhood keeps growing, we have to walk further each time we visit, to find its edge.

 


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