Pays
Monday, March 17, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day. 🍀
Rain, rain, go away?
No. Stay. Spring is on the way.
Easy rhyme time, fun with language, and something to rhyme with language.
O/ My circle-slash wave to welcome you back.
Hope life treats you well, meets you well, meets your expectations, exceeds your expectations, hope your expectations are miracles.
On with our show.
Something about the rain that slows things down.
Sit down. Slow down. Time for a coffee break Mother Earth. A sip of zap to charge up the sunshine.
Mud-season starts.
An adjective so apt it gets a hyphen.
Sometimes the silence so necessary to my work feels like sacrifice.
Like this morning, so far.
People are pleasant most of the time.
Some chase their stomachs and wallets and are best left to do so alone.
Hard to eat if nothing serves you but your own greed.
Someone had to plant and grow your lunch, had to make your cellphone.
Doing a thing to serve oneself without recognition of the necessity of other people’s help is idiocy.
Giving a dollar to get a new car doesn’t mean a thing if no one invented, designed, and made the car.
Likewise the car’s inventor, designer and factory worker producer ought have satisfaction for making the car available to share.
Work pays for itself.
Money helps us share the work.
That is all it’s here for.
You could sit and build yourself a new car, but without the factories, materials mined and manufactured, without the electricity, without the infrastructure and roads to drive it on… well there are better ways to spend a day.
We pay each other for how we choose to spend our time helping each other.
How much you improve another’s life with the service you provide determines your value.
At least it should.
It’s imperative we recognize this if we’re to grow as a race.
Some practical thoughts as the rain pounds the gutters.
Take care, know your worth, and make a wonderful day.