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Sunday, February 25, 2018

To Know Everything at Once

And where's the fun in that? I ask.

To know everything at once is to miss the point,

which is the exploration,

the learning curve (no matter how steep the angle).

What's left, I ask again,

to do with life if you know everything at once?

Hang out and show off your smarts?


Maybe this is the problem Adam and Eve had.

Not content with gradually absorbing

the wonders of their Eden,

They (yes, THEY: it was hardly her fault alone)

They let that smooth-tongued

snakeskin-clad salesman

bamboozle them,

abandoning the alternative:

the route

that tacitly counselled them

to take it slow,

take it easy,

follow the heart as it moves toward

one thing and then another

and don't aspire

to grasp it all at once,

in one swell foop.

Don't succumb to the lure of the easy.

Don't try to know everything at once.


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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Wake-Up Time

It's high time to remove the kapok

from between your ears.

To put it another way,

it is time to love yourself

and stop already with Constant Critic

who has roosted for so long in your very heart.


Let go of it all and just enjoy

the life with which you have been gifted.

Talk about looking a gift horse in the mouth!

Here you are in a veritable

(if chilly)


and yet you grouse about your life as if

you actually had grounds for complaining.

So someone ate the cookies. Does that matter?

You feel beleaguered? Whose fault is it but yours?


And then there's the likelihood

that every one of these thoughts is simply the result

of having a head cold.

Let's leave it at that.



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Sunday, February 11, 2018

The Winter Vacation

I have long insisted that the best time of year is the week between Christmas and New Year's. During this period nothing happens, and that's the way I like it. We do not entertain, we do not go out. The two exceptions to this are 1) that we will accept a dinner invitation from friends if one comes along and 2) that we will, if the mood strikes us, go out to our annual viewing of a first-run movie. I revel in this time at home, with nothing on the schedule. Some years we undertake a major cleaning project ("major" to me is anything that takes longer than half an hour). But all real work halts, our usual schedule is set aside, and reading is king.


It is heaven. At no point do I wish for it to end sooner so that I can get back to work. The downside of this extended vacation, however, is that I can sink so deeply into happy lethargy that I find it extremely difficult to come back to real life. I know I have to—after all, as they say, this is my one shot at life (well, some people say that; others say the opposite). I can't wallow my way through the next ten years—nor do I really, in my heart of hearts, want to. Well, in part of my heart of hearts. The left ventricle, maybe.


So I will attribute my lassitude to the deep freeze that has hit the east with endless ice and snow. It obviously has all to do with the weather and nothing to do with wanting to withdraw, abdicate, or shrug my shoulders of the burdens of life.


Oh, puh-leeze. The burdens of life? And you see these as what, exactly? Look more closely and you will see nary a burden in sight. Nothing in view but love, excitement, appreciation, and constant learning.


Oh ho! There's something new: learning. I spend more time than I like to admit whining about being unable to retain new information. I don't read non-fiction, for example, because I immediately forget whatever I learned in the book. So what's all this about "constant learning"?


Perhaps it isn't about linear, objective learning but about new insights and awareness. It's all, in point of fact, about me--my place in the Universe, my place in my own life. It's about correcting and modifying previously held beliefs. It's about memories that shift and change and morph into different ways of seeing what I had thought was all taken care of, all slotted into categories, boxed into cartons and settled once and for all.


Let others attempt to learn and retain fact-based information. I've got my eyes fixed firmly on my navel, because three fingers below it, at the dan-tien, is where the action is. Or so they say.


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Sunday, February 4, 2018

I Remember Everything

On some level,

I remember everything.

When I find my way to that level,

I will remember everything:

the colour of the Kool-Aid we drank

the summer I was eight;

the name of our first dog;

the country roads we roamed in our jalopy;

even the human components

of that "our"

(there have been so many first-person plural

groupings in my life).


If I can just align myself

with the right level,

I will remember everything.

And the memories will flood me

out of the house

and onto the roof

where I will sit in the rain

and wait for rescue.



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