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HMMM ... REDUX
Friday Oct. 23, 2015
Eyes and body remain engaged, but brain tangentially rockets elsewhere, to where that energy of issues/places/people suddenly run circles around that moment.
We return, to ‘regularly scheduled programming’ as if nothing happened. But, something did happen. New thought. Or old one revisited.
Yesterday afforded some chances to do that – see some people differently, revisit some old ideas, generate fresh ones with ‘why didn’t I think about that before, or see that before?’ zeal.
Was it the day, good sleep or was there a trigger?
Triggers.
Erupting within its own cocoon of silence – suspended in that moment, something strikes.
Time seems, only for that moment, suspended.
Sure, people are going through their motions, continuing to speak … but we miss it.
Do you have those?
Out of blue moments, nothing in particular or notable happening – watching, listening to something or someone or staring out a window.
Yes, sometime they possess magical revelations, new directions.
Inspiration. Fuel. Inspiration to look back at what we’ve done, or failed to do, with renewed energy – or resolve to just drop it. Forge it. Leave it. Move on. What goes around comes around is well-worn cliché so often associated with people getting some bad-karma comeuppance. Sometimes it seems more like a second opportunity to see something more clearly or from a different angle.
I’ll vote for trigger.
Body is lethargic this morning, but brain – racing through this morning agenda – to get to my afternoon, my weekend, so much to do. And I have time.
More profoundly, I have energy. I don’t think the extra scoop of coffee grounds in my coffee machine has anything to do with it.
Mark Kolke
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 0C/32F, clear and calm – our autumn wanes, there WILL be frost on the pumpkin for Halloween, Gusta seems so very happy that her sweltering summer days in a fur coat are over and I like the bristly air in my nostrils, fresh energy is falling out of me like those last leaves to be soon shaken from their moorings …
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