Category Archives: Reflections

Writing Life: Time Frittered Away

Posted on July 5, 2013 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
© 2013 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee   [caption id="attachment_1654" align="aligncenter" width="584"]Sunrise on Fire Sunrise on Fire    photo © 2013 by r.a.kukkee[/caption]  

Somehow, deep in the procrastinating mind we come to a default conclusion it is more satisfying, fun and entertaining to....

     

Time Frittered Away- Unawares, too...

Every  content-maker, fictioneer, scribbler, keyboarder paperwaster -writer on earth does it. We  eventually realize at some point in time --that a whole hour, day, or week--even a month-- has been frittered away unawares.  By simple distractions. A succinct instinct for self-preservation draws us ever further afield.   Without negligence, per se,  without thought, pre-planning or malice.  Without prejudice or casting negative dispersions on the pressing labour  at hand, which is, for all  interested, composing, creating, and yes indeed, even writing stuff.  Should we be worried? Panic?  Blame writer's block? No. Let us instead contemplate, wink at work in inner peace with a smile and mollify the disturbingly itchy, unrequited urge, nay, the obligation to write something, anything right now.

Where would YOU be?

Sadness may be close at hand --but best ignored--when we discover we could have  been famous,  incredibly rich, more productive to get into practicing a different profession, like brain surgery, dog whispering, pizza delivery, or rocket science, but let's ignore that. We're the driven.  Writer-driven, muse-driven, pen-to-paper-nose-to-the-keyboard-driven,  --the satisfied driven.  Driven Writers R US.  So with satisfaction, let's consider what lost time did to us. In overview, we probably could have written another satisfying paragraph, chapter, blog post, poetic verse, brilliant article  or song.  Somehow, deep in the procrastinating mind we come to a default conclusion it is more satisfying, fun and entertaining to have guests, drink coffee, play with pets, diddle in the garden, sort stuff, or fiddle old songs out in the fog whilst admiring the potatoes growing.   No, actually, fog and serene gardening and potato rows and bagpipes go together better, everyone knows that.

Make a Note of That

I always wanted to learn to play the bagpipes. There's an aside worth thinking about. I'll make a note of that.  1-Get bagpipes, 2-don't forget earplugs.  See?   I get distracted easily, and that's how time frittered away. Well, this morning, that is. No matter. We blog, pause, play with the pups and admire the sunrise on fire  instead. Much better. Today, at least. I smile and hit the keyboard again.  I'm making headway, 'knowing thyself' and all that. #   Is that Incoming I hear? photo by author  ©2013 +
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Life: Summer Solstice and the Fog

Posted on June 25, 2013 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee
© by Raymond Alexander Kukkee [caption id="attachment_1668" align="aligncenter" width="584"]Fog Lifting Mid-day Fog -Almost Gone[/caption]

Summer Solstice

It was June 21st a couple of days ago, back in the fog of time frittered away, it was  the longest day of the year. Summer solstice, the stuff of legends. Let's play Stonehenge.  Painted faces.  Outdoor parties to sun-up at lakeside all night, everywhere.  Celebrations. Other stuff. In Northwestern Ontario, the longest day of the year doesn't end until the next day.  We have the world's sweetest, fresh evening air to boot, and dark doesn't settle in until 11:00pm or later. Who's watching the clock anyway?  Nobody around the campfires, as sparks blink out on the way up to the universal sky,  that's for sure. No wonder we like camping better. Even in the fog. A few hours and a handful of revelations  later, it's June 22nd, and with the headaches from the celebrations, we suspect  victims didn't  need to  can't see much anyway. Who needs to see anything on Saturday morning? Why would anyone want to see grass needing to be cut? Good thing. it was foggy. Genuine, stick-in-your-eye fog. Caution warranted.  Good old London variety, perhaps. No speeding recklessly across the lawn allowed.

The Fog

In the late morning the fog was stuck  to the grass;  so thick we could have carved it up and stirred it into that life-saving black morning coffee. Muffling all noise,  the eerie silence of fog surrounded, closed in, and made it totally unnecessary to be anywhere. Good thing again. Have you ever noticed fog does that? Brain fog does that too,  I forgot to post this on June 22nd.  I have all kinds of excuses. Busy.  Gardening. Weeding.  Broken lawnmower.  Broken tower. Belt slippage. Out of gas. The human variety of energy waning fast.  I had to fix stuff, being a dedicated self-sufficient DIY'er.  I got distracted.  Great excuses, and everything else was conveniently out of sight-- where the deer prance about in the ever-longer grass, hidden by that stick-in-your-eye fog. No matter. Here we are, smiling happily. Better late than never. Now it's smoking hot out there instead.  Much better.    Is that Incoming I hear? + Photo by author
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