Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts

March 23, 2010

Thoughts


Why do kiwi fruit have a sign on that says "ripen at home" yet go from rock hard to uneatable?
Why do pears say ready to eat yet never are?
Why do supermarkets put inedible fruit on sale yet market it as if they were doing us a favour with all the "ripe, ready to eat" claims?
Why do electrical goods come with a built in obsolescence and a life of just one day over the guarantee, or be last year's model in less than a year?
Why is their replacement billed as new and improved? Why can't we have the old unimproved?
Not all of us want an electronic monster in the kitchen that takes an engineering degree to operate. Is this one of the reasons people want to return to the old ways?
A simpler life?
Can't there be a halfway path? Not as all fired progressive, not as back to nature with no electronic help mates, but a balanced in between?
Is the reason for the lack of spirituality the excess of gadgetry and consumerism?

I want some modern accoutrements.
Yes I appreciate a fridge, a freezer, a washing machine and cooking facilities.
Yes I like my computer and my central heating.

But I don't need the latest this or that.
I too have been seduced by an 1p0d and yes it is handy to have all my music accessible without getting up to change CDs. Especially on the too painful days.

But not a necessity.
Yes I have a microwave but use it seldom and then mainly for my wheatie bags for pain relief.

I walk my spiritual path in the most honest way I can.

I follow the wheel of the year and the path of the moon.

I honour Deity in which ever form She or He appears.

The challenge for me is to balance the spiritual and physical lives.

I suspect it is for most people.

It isn't easy.

I don't always get it right.

But I try.

How about you?

This picture was taken on the promenade today, isn't it wonderful?
Not sure who made it

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