Springs of Creativity

This is a strange time of the year. The peak of winter’s difficulties seem to climax right about now. We live in a country that likes to welcome spring with a financial reality check, aka taxes,  that often leaves everyone depressed, frustrated, and irritated until all one can do is laugh and silently think, “fuck it”. I know, not the most ladylike of ways to put it, but let’s say life has graciously gifted me with a connection to my inner potty mouth in the last few years.

Wouldn’t it be great if doing your taxes was a wonderful thing? A time when you could reflect back and realize all the money you contributed made a difference, was budgeted responsibly by all those who collect your taxes? Wouldn’t it be refreshing to sit down and complete the forms and feel smarter and  more intelligent? Wouldn’t it be nice to know, you do understand English? Wouldn’t it be nice to feel proud instead of grateful for a sigh of relief  you escaped?  Why can’t doing taxes be a rewarding process? It could be. Why isn’t it? Because we can’t imagine it that way? Maybe. Maybe we should hire Disney to design new tax forms? Couldn’t the happiest place on earth design the happiest tax process too? All roads always seem to lead back to Disney after all. 😉

Remember what spring feels like, Don’t let  narrow definitions of creativity cheat you out of the better qualities of life. Perhaps those memories, those feelings will build something better and happier in the future.







Life Is Messy

Life Is Messy
Puzzle of the day . . .  A Billion $’s
What would you do with a billion $’s if you had it?
Can you imagine how much fun it would be to give out a Billion $’s!!!
Where to Begin I say!!!
Food for the  homeless?
Medical care for veterans?
Money for  schools?
Money for national parks?
Money for animal shelters?
Money for pedicures?
Money for therapeutic massages?
Money for mediation?
after school programs?
treatment for trauma?
meals on wheels?
free cooking classes?
and on
and on
and on . . .
and yet, those with the power only seem to have the unhealthy creativity to spend it on . . .
 bad relationships?
and lies?
I’m trying to become part of an industry that essentially tries to sell “caring”. That’s a bad thing? More often than not, it’s an industry  associated with uncaring greedy shysters, despite the majority of funeral directors working very hard to care about families in need. No one wants to pay for a funeral because it’s too expensive, Suspicious of the funeral director? Might lose some money?
Taxes . . .  it’s a story as old as money.
Loans . . . what’s really being loaned?
interest . . . there’s more than one kind.
questions . . . never hurt an honest soul
answers . . . everyone’s got them.
Voting . . . you do it EVERY SINGLE DAY
What if we have lost the art of productive suspicion? Who do you trust and why? Have they earned your trust? or did you just give it away? How expensive it that?
Life is messy. No thy messes.
I can handle the mess of love and care. I could easily live in a world that complained about being loved too much. Does that sound foreign? Why should it? It doesn’t have to sound silly unless we let it.
Business and Care can clean things up. This guy knows it.