Signs….

Discussions of peace during a reflective afternoon. Casually walking down quiet streets of a sleepy LI coastal town. Reflecting on life, living, pretense and want. Discussions about peace and its refusal…or is it just a lack of awareness? We didn’t agree or decide. Yet, as I rounded the corner, the antique shop message embraced my consciousness just enough for me to connect with a smile…

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Hold on tight….

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As time often does, just when you feel you’re out of the woods and on a secure path to somewhere, something happens that leaves you scrambling for higher ground. The system that is in place is radically changing – they tell us for the better, but my doubts still nag somewhere deep inside. So, as we are still part of the system, we continue to be counted as a playing participant. When prices rise, we pay them. When leaders sell out their constituents for their own stash of the cash, we demonstrate, write letters and the laws still pass. When standards change, we grumble and have to accommodate them at work and in schools. When leaders talk about “hard work” and the dreams, I wonder why then much of the 99% invest, making their money work for them instead while they jet off to tropical islands, golfing tournaments or polo grounds for their “entertainment”. (Keeps them busy.) When experts rattle on, we listen and either turn off or argue with the television. We tell kids in school the same – work hard, play by the rules – but they see much too much contradiction in money buying innocence, and poverty securing guilt in a broken legal system.
In all of this experience of fraying ends, I find the squirrel in my backyard, immobile, clutching onto an immense tree as he’s contemplating which way to head next – straight up, sure, but which branch?
Take a moment’s pause, hold on, say a little prayer…and help will be on its way! Cliche’? Maybe full of them, but as you’re grasping for dear life with every shaking nerve, it helps to know that this too shall pass!

Sharing the bounty

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From Woodstock to Wall Street, what would it take for all those who “have” to take a moment and share their blessings with those who struggle? It can and does happen every day. “Look up to the sky and “see”…”choose to see, choose to share, choose to give and find how life is transformed.

Judgment beware

Judgment beware

“salga fuera, culto al dinero. promesa de los pueblos, salir a luchar por el valor.” -Papa Francisco I Without food, safety, peace or rest how can others be expected to do their best or show mastery on a data-driven test?

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Ponte Vecchio

Ponte Vecchio

over the Arno River in Florence boasts goldsmiths today from its presumed building during Roman times and its first mention in literature before the year 1000. It may be that the term ‘bankrupt’ originated here in this thriving city of … Continue reading

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Off the train and On the bus!

Off the train and On the bus!

Time is long overdue that those “egos-without-borders” (yes, including the corporations which are now almost fully categorized as individuals) who gain from the sweat and poverty of others, take stock of the direction their bullet train is taking and make a conscious choice to ‘get on the bus’.   The Message, given to us about 2000 years ago, led to the demise of the Messenger, an event which is at the basis of Truth, Justice and Love which is unaltered over Time.

Economist Professor Richard Wolff – complicated, simplified

Economist Professor Richard Wolff – complicated, simplified

I have had the pleasure to listen and actually understand a bit of the economic debacle when attending lectures by Professor Wolff.  Don’t let the ‘nomenclature’ deter you from listening to the concept.  Many have been (intentionally) programmed to associate negativity with a label…not only in social situations, but economic ones as well.  Every talk show host of a predominantly open-minded persuasion should feature him for public reflection and debate.  His ideas are answers, not idle banter.

the time is…now

the time is…now

amid lower east side tenements untouched since the turn of the 20th century, holiday lights descend from scant electrical wires to announce their annual calls for hope and change.

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