Filthy lucre rumination

Can one ever feel good about its pursuit? Making is fine but loving the coin? I think not. Yet there is a respect for those able to generously provide. When I need it - filthy. When others have it - good.

There is great imbalance and little inclination to real charity; so few attempts to right the balance or to respect those at the low end of the scale. At least half the responsibility for their fortune is luck and another 25 percent accident of birth. In fact, so much depends on accident of birth and opportunity that individual wishes can only be a choice of what to amplify and what to reduce.

If I keep on in this way I'll have to conclude that my strong spirituality is also an accident of birth and circumstance. Except that spirituality is more easily acquired than money. Although, I guess that those who acquire money might say the same regarding its acquisition. In some ways it seems like taking more than is deserved; stealing from a pile others haven't found yet. Money seems finite and spirit infinite. The water that eternally removes thirst.

And what does acquisition of money bring but fear of loss, jealousy, hatred, envy, a hollow sense of never having enough, disparaging of those with less? It divides person from person when they ought to be caring and compassionate and helping one another because disaster comes to us all in the same chancing way without respecter of person.

So, we continue to use circumstances to make us cold and divisive when we could be making the world warm and loving. It's a matter of rights; of assuming one deserves some thing or a certain set of circumstances; in short desire for a thing which is an uninformed solution to a non-material need.

Most have lost the ability to understand their spiritual needs or the interdependent nature of our soul existence. There is a deep blockage and lack of training in being able to read the spiritual purposes of events. Most of us are spiritually illiterate, unable to process the deep and vital messages of the universe, unable to see the paths of energy.

And yet I continue to muse on the way of spiritual attainment of money and I don't mean being a priest or holding other religious office.

Perhaps this is a fruitless line of inquiry such as wondering how to make water from sand although there must be a closer relationship of spiritual to money than sand to water. While sand and water are different elements it is possible to do good with money and spirit is good. A tenuous connection?

You can't make me and neither can I

After years of meeting deadlines, accomplishing goals, holding it in and holding on, of doing my duty, working hard, being on time, and keeping appointments I just can't do it anymore. I have little tolerance for boredom or disinterest.

I'd like to try sitting on the beach for awhile and being content just to see what comes of it.

Happy New Moon

... to me, happy new moon to me, happy new moon, happy new moon, happy new moon to me. And many more!

Let's all be happy together for a change.

The stock market is broken.

While we languish they play craps against the curb. It is worse than the Romans masturbating on the ramparts. At least the Romans were on the walls pretending to make an attempt.

Others

It's better if those you love experience the catastrophe because then you're inspired and not crushed.

Youth

And she's pretty in a beautiful sort of way. And she's graceful with enchanting little mannerisms. I want to say to her, "One day you'll be old and that little head jiggle and lowered lids won't have quite the same effect they have today. One day you'll have to work for admiration."

Three Times

Cockroaches boring through a joint in the kitchen counter = natural disintegration of time, sadness, irritation. A hired worker had pulled out the trim to expose the damage and was preparing to repair it. But it wouldn't be the same.

Cardinal Wolsey
Close to my dream - flip horizontal and
black out the background.

"The purpose of tweeting is to pensieve," a renowned French intellectual said. He was suave and highly regarded and sexy. I interpreted by confirming with him that the purpose of twitter is to ponder. I passed the word on to a passing man who had been in the audience during the lecture. Much of the purpose of passing time is to ignite pondering.

I digitally cleaned up a medieval work of art with a black background, the profile of a man dressed in red. Possibly. There was a lot of red. A cardinal? While I worked I chatted with some kind middle aged highly respected man. He was impressed by my intellect. This is time as well - the old portrait - a profile. A decoration I intended to hang on the wall. An aspect fixed in time.

I hope pondering evokes additional nuanced meanings.

Blessed Beltaine

Not sure why it needs a blessing. Also Happy Floralia although I have been celebrating for weeks with irises. The goddess of flowers. What about the goddess of birds? That would be a February celebration.

Basically, what we need is to celebrate the earth more. With gratitude and love.

Forever in blue jeans

Identity

Reverential not holy. Sacred not adored. Respected not worshipped. Mindful not mindless. Intention not aimlessness. Leading not led. Liberated not ensnared.