Life is this constantly moving line, drawn in sand.
As if we understand its rule over thought – arbitrarily, without thought. Like waking from our dream when logic and facts fail us …
Reduction in cooking focuses flavour and taste – communication with our palate.
Similar to any Monday, weekday, workday, play day – little distinguishes yesterday from tomorrow.
We choose, or not.
To make differences.
Making this day, just like that day last week, last month or yesterday is easy.
Simply do same things, same way.
Make a world of difference for someone.
Making effort, choice, most important thing anyone has ever done for anyone.
Entirely up to you.
I spent each end of my weekend frenetically making its middle available – visit with family.
Spend more time doing that.
Appreciate how important that is.
Early morning routine resumption.
As I read what I read, wrote what I wrote and processed what I process – seems dreams I have do not have to be sought.
I have them.
Distances I seek to travel are no route to what I have.
Checking email, an overnight LOL note. Someone. Memory from dozen years ago. I smiled a broad one.
Reminders, each, to me.
That which I seek is never far.
That which I need, I already have.
That which I desire is in my mind.
Brain candy distracts from what matters.
We in this human race, caught up in racing, distracting ourselves so we risk not accomplishing our tasks and fulfilling plans before we reach our finish line.
This is it.
Just a line in sand.
Then, we draw another.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 7C/45F, overcast, swirling south wind (an odd direction for here), Gusta happy to be back on familiar romping route – stark contrast with yesterday in Fort Saskatchewan – without grand-babies to come home to. A long walk. Lots of thoughts whirling around, week of tasks ahead, wanting to out-perform my goals on-purpose rather than on-accident …
Response to the critic: Hi Mark. It's been a while since I responded to your writings. I read them and enjoy them on the fly as I prepare for my own busy days. I have a word for the critic - he/she has a choice: to read your writings or not. It seems you have struck a chord with the critic and inspired him/her to action. Your critic not only reads your columns, but decided to take a few minutes of the day to send you a message. I'd say that was a successful mission in and of itself! And ignore the critic. If he/she doesn't like what you're doing he/she can unsubscribe. Regards, MM, Phoenix, AZ