Posts Tagged ‘materialism’
My Yoke is Easy and My Burden is Light
Way too much of my life has been about wanting to please people, particularly myself. Pursuing the approval or the admiration of others. Family and friends, supervisors and strangers. Wasted years of working overtime to inflate my own sense of self-worth by chasing things like standing, status, or stuff. A marathon we’ll never win because…
Read MoreSo, This is Christmas at Fifty-Eight
I love the Christmas season. It’s a sensual spectacle for my soul. The yummy treats that appear only once a year, even if my appetite for them is a year-round event. The power of light to pierce the short December days and even longer December nights. The glorious music. The profane and holy, both speaking…
Read MoreReflections on Aging, Life and Death at Fifty-Eight
We are born into an earthly existence that is measured in milestones, memories and moments. A process that begins at birth; recording our arrival time and location. A process that ends with death; recording our departure time and location. Our lives bookended by numbers that simply state our commencement and our closure as the dearly departed.
Read MoreHow Asking Why Saved My Life
Why is a tiny three-letter word, but it’s as powerful as any pen and as potent as any prayer. A word and a question that all of us should incorporate and invoke in our daily life. Like any good habit, it can draw us nearer to God and closer to Divine wisdom. A word that…
Read MoreThe Broad Road That Leads to Destruction
Instead of filling my heart with Love, I filled it with self-serving self-pride. Stuff and status are the signs of success in our culture, and they became my values; my culture; my faith.
Read MoreThe Almighty, The Prodigal Son and Two Cats: Part Two
With the passing of our Sphynx in 2020, my heart was wrecked. This deep devastation and sorrowful state would pave the way for my ego to surrender itself to God. At fifty-five, I could no longer carry the pain and suffering of a life built on sands of misplaced faith. In my sheepish service to the status quo and its stuff, I lost my soul.
Read MoreHollywood Nights: Seduced by Beauty; Enslaved by Desire
I have always considered myself to be a sensitive person. While other boys found pleasure in athletics and action hero’s, I found pleasure in the arts. My youth spent appreciating and learning about all the beauty that other humans have created. A smorgasbord for my senses.
Read MoreMaterialism And Spirituality
Nothing seems to scare the modern world more than the idea that materialism is a flawed world view. A false god. A meaningless metaphysics. Not only is it flawed but it’s wreaking havoc on humanity and our home. The last century littered with examples of unprecedented global destruction and death. Our new century an ongoing…
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