On Being Busy

Sometimes things clump.

That’s just the way the universe works. You wait for ages for a bus and then two or three come at once. You go weeks without a meeting then suddenly your schedule is so packed that the answer to everything else becomes “No!”. But this isn’t always a bad thing. Take this week for example.

Monday

Yesterday, for the first time in far too long I made it to a Tai Chi lesson. I cycled there in the light and back in the darkness. Between those journeys I learned the first few moves of a sword form, observed my failing balance in push hands and astonished myself by getting all the way through a long unpractised two person set.

Wednesday

Tomorrow I’m teaching. Actually no. Let me rephrase. Tomorrow I’m helping others to learn. It’s the first session of the Salt Spring Island WordPress Meetup Group. I’ll be setting up and talking about Social Media and WordPress. So today I’m preparing, and over preparing, with a side order of preparation.

Thursday

Then Thursday is the Salt Spring Poetry Open Mic, run at the library once a month. This month the featured poet is Karen Shklanka.

With intoxicating fervour, Karen Shklanka’s new poetry collection, Ceremony of Touching, winds its way through time and place to bring you the stories of everyday people. From her real-life experience as a doctor trying her best to heal patients, to war-era Japan, and the devastation of Hiroshima, Shklanka’s poems beg us to witness and explore our own humanity: how we interact with one another, carry on in everyday life, love, grieve. Poems such as “Witness”, “Ceremonies for Despair”, and “One by One” are incredible examples of how Shklanka’s poems, while varied in both style and perspective, retain a powerful, captivating voice that creates a common thread, guiding the reader through the collection.

So it’s a busy week. And things clump together. But it’s not just a clumping of time, it’s also a clumping of ideas.

Karen, the poet, dances Tango. Inspired by this I chose the cover image for this post, and saw in it a similarity to a step in the sword form we make in order to sink before rising. I’ll publish this post in WordPress whose motto is “Code is Poetry”, and use it as an example in tomorrow’s MeetUp, in the same room where, the next day, I’ll hear Karen read.

Sometime good things clump together.