Mornin’. At last a rain storm worthy of it’s great giving. It may have made my poor little dog tremble, pee, and poo. AND, we so needed the rain on our parched Earth.
I had a long talk with a friend about ‘plans’, specifically…making plans that will secure a financially sound future. Some may know I’m so good at that. Without rambling on about it as it is an issue for many of us, I have to say that laying a plan is good and plan on the plan changing.
I’m not of the mind that security is secure, and that saving for a rainy day allows for living well in the present. It’s always about choice and what feels good and right for you. IMO… At this point in my life, I live as much in the Be Here NOw as I can and pray I make wise choices as I enter the Winter of my life.
Inequality shames plans made
there is little in a well made plan
when dollars rule the destination
There is no living well without dollars
That is the sense of the cents theses days
It’s not far away being without
To live on the edges requires finesse
The reach is too far and high before the tumble
We stay busy making balance our center
It’s always been the Center I seek
Well made plans stretch past the Now
into an unpredictable future of want
Can’t worry about what isn’t yet to be
Only, worry trembles in the brush outside
I bless it and will it to leave my pathway
It’s impossible to know the outcome
Or live in the outcome, or hold the outcome
as if it made a difference in living
I roll into the Be Here Now cause really
That’s all I got and REally…
It keeps me Centered, breathing, Loving
