Sunday, March 4th, 2018 —> +1˚C / +34˚F with light rain { actually looked like very fine – almost invisible snow was falling here } @1:23 pm in Atlantic Canada —> On Marcia Logan’s Birthday { And Michaela M.’s & a couple more people who might not want to be reminded that they’re aging —

– “Fashion Statement” –
— { I did not expect the above photo to load full sized. }
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1.
I count my ‘mindless pursuits”
among the most productive form
of therapy
available to me
-when in the course of another day’s
fierce concentration
I find my ‘self’
where my brain says, “NO!”
and flatly refuses
to even attempt
to solve another
mind numbing
dilemma –
And then
a mindless game on a computer
or other ‘device’
may not seem like much
but if it’s engaging
enough
the deeper reaches
of my mind or soul or -?
-whatever-
often sighs with relief
as my ‘conscious’ mind (fried)
allows that simple solution
(I couldn’t see)
come bubbling up out of nowhere
in spite of all the conventional wisdom
our contemporaries spout
and try to live by
and act like they believe
we all should-?
2.
“Getting Somewhere?”
Moving the new desk into my cluttered office
I can’t move without knocking something over
but I look around
And hey – there’s more space in here –
( don’t tell Cathi – I’ll never hear the end of it?)
March 4th, 2018
“the Play of Light and Shadow”
Working all night
on keeping this world together
with duct tape and anybody else’s discards
after an un-predicted
catastrophe
brought earthquakes –
shattered homes
shattered lives –
There’s nothing to do
but keep on moving
-pull one more
piece of debris
from another collapsed
home
in the hopes that
someone under that mess
may still be alive –
Then – in the morning’s first light
old “Rescue Central”
sent in the relief team
and, exhausted –
we turn around and blink
dumbfounded at the piles of rocks and bricks
that just the other day
was a thriving neighbourhood
And I stare at the friend I’ve been working along side –
wonder where she finds the strength to do this –
and the two of us gasp and stumble toward nothing like ‘home’
numb to everything around us
until the play of light and shadow
on the one untouched masonry hacienda anywhere
for miles in any direction –
takes our breath away
we can almost imagine children
running around, playing
happy and free and
care-free?
Yes, we’re both mesmerized –
Then she sighs and looks around at the hills and the jungle and the river –
“This place really is beautiful, ya know?”
March 4, 2018
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~~~~~ Jim

