Philosophy

At Some Point

~ Guy Hall

One should write original content. The quick posting of others’ content is convenient when in a hurry. And truthfully, getting ready to run is next on the agenda. But the first day of working at the new job doesn’t start until 9:00 AM. So there is room this morning to post content.

Yes, that’s right. New job. The owner of the former job disallowed the scheduling of lunch breaks to better meet the demands of chaotic people whose ability to have balance and order in their lives is highly suspect. While meeting the clients where they are at is the mantra of modern therapy, it is not helpful to start any relationship by engaging in their chaos.

But then, when profit trumps service, service suffers. And I’ll die on this hill: The root of all evil is not money; it is the focus on profit. Money is but a tool, neither good nor bad. And let’s submit intent drives Good and Evil.

So, what’s on your mind today? Are you intending to focus on profit? Or are you intent on providing a service? What do all the sacred texts of the world say one should do? In the Bible, Jesus drove the merchants from the temple. In considering the body (to include the mind) a temple, should not profit be driven out?

The Last Samurai

~ Guy Hall

“They are all perfect.”

A Lifetime

~ Guy Hall

That moment just at the end of a breath yet before the pause of the next.

Recommendations

~ Guy Hall

Anyone know of any good books to read/listen to on Buddhism? And no, I’m not asking for a friend.

In The Air

~ Guy Hall

There is a sadness in the air this morning. Not a bad sadness. Not a depressing sadness. Just a sadness of acceptance. I really can’t explain beyond that. As always, words fail. They always fail.

Anyway – sadness. Sometimes I just have to accept what I feel without judging what I feel. The world would have me believe there’s something wrong with me. That somehow feeling an emotion God created me to feel is a failing. That I’m ill, broken, diseased. How can that be true? How can experiencing what I am designed to experience be wrong?

Sigh. Sometimes I think people don’t want me to feel because they don’t want to feel. They are afraid of their fears, their hurts, their pain. If they see it in others it only reminds them of their own.

Enough. I am as I am meant to be. If my light shines too brightly on you then turn away. Look down. Avert your gaze. I do not exist to make you feel comfortable. I do not exist to make your life easy. Your a grown ass adult, live like one. Stop making others behave in a manner so that you are prevented from seeing all of yourself. Do not push your cowardice onto me.