No Jacket Required


I walked to the Skytrain this morning drinking in a magnificent Spring morning. The sun played and danced over the gentle ripples on the river.   My daughter has been using the car the past couple of days for her move.

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I curled up on the train and pulled out my latest read and let the words tease me. I’m reading Hellgoing by Lynn Coady.

As I disembarked the train a breeze greeted me along with a snow of pink and white.  The blossoms are beginning to fall off the trees giving way to lush, green leaves.  I tried not to step on the freshly fallen blossoms. Somehow it seemed cruel to step on something so beautiful.

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Perfumed air washed over me as I walked up to Robson Street along Thurlow Street.

The bushes are all coming into bloom. rhododendrons, heather and a few others inhabit and grace the downtown corridor in certain areas.

A memory came to mind as I stood waiting to cross Georgia Street.

We stood in awe leafing through the pamphlet.  It smelled of money.  Speculation of how much had been spent on this advertising campaign and the cost of these promotional items abounded.  The pamphlet was approximately 12″ x 10″ in size and contained about 20 pages of parchment with images that had been glued to the surface of each page along with inked script.  The whole of it was hand bound in soft leather.

The pamphlet had showcased the building that stood before me at the moment as I waited for the light to change.  The Shangri-la Hotel in Vancouver.

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I found myself considering that type of wealth. This pamphlet had been sent to a select few who were swimming in the same financial pool. One of our clients at the time who is a multi-millionaire had brought it in.

I recall turning the pages gingerly and running my fingers gently over the seagrass that had been braided then fed through holes to bind the document together.  The leather had the rich feel of butter to it.  Each page of parchment adorned with a handwritten script not often seen these days.  High quality images promised a life of never-ending luxury.

Gently I had closed it and passed it along to some of my work mates in the back of the office to coo over.

I had guessed the cost of each pamphlet at approximately $500 to $1,000.  I have no idea how much they were but only about twenty-five had been made and couriered to a handful of the wealthy in Canada and likely a few abroad as well.

As I walked down Robson Street I considered the notion of having unlimited wealth.  I would hope that I wouldn’t be too frivolous with it.cropped-melting-rose.jpg

I thought of the commercials they have up here in British Columbia for the lottery. They show the world as your playground and people living out their fantasies without a care.  A woman sits in a helicopter holding a $6,000 camera with a lens that likely costs twice that amount.

Another woman is on a safari in the Serengeti.

The message a simple one.  Buy a ticket and you could be living this fantasy life.  They’ve had some interesting commercials for this.  They’ve shown guys driving Land Rovers across the mountains while another is flying in a twin-engine plane as they play a round of Tag.  Yes, that child hood game we enjoyed as children now being played out in the extreme.

You might say that it sounds fun.

When I see such things though, I see a great deal of excess.  I see waste actually. A good time to be had for sure, but at what expense?  Oh yeah, I would no longer have to be concerned about that, would I?

The thing is I would be concerned.  And I should be concerned.

Make no mistake that if I were fortunate enough to come into a boat load of cash I would certainly enjoy some indulgences.

And while I currently am trying to make this world a better place, I wonder if having all that money would be of assistance in this endeavour.  I can’t force the idea of my utopian world on anyone.  I know that.

Still, I have an idea of how certain things should be and I would like to see everyone on this planet have the basics at least.

The basics to me are food, clothing, shelter, an education and love.

I could say peace and happiness for all human kind.  As wonderful as it sounds in theory I don’t think it will ever happen.  We will always have our differences.

So let’s focus on the basics.  Give everyone a level playing field and see where we go from there.  It won’t happen in my lifetime but I’ll support initatives that are working toward this.

I stopped and got my morning coffee.  I’ve gotten to know the crew over the years.  Many of them are students with big plans for their life.  We chat about art, movies, travel, etc.  They inquire about what I do, I inquire about what they are studying.

I came out of the coffee shop feeling the warm breeze once again slip over me.  It’s like a summer day today.  No jacket required.  Sandals on with a pair of loose fitting capris and a Tee Shirt.  I’m not dressing particularly corporate today.

I’m fortunate that I live here and have the opportunities that I do.  And I will never take it for granted.

Happy Friday everyone!

 

 

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Who am I and why am I here?


Ah yes, that age-old question that we all seek to answer during the course of our lifetime.  This morning I was considering some of my annoying habits.  There are a few that just seem to have ingrained themselves into my being.  The first correlates directly with the above statement.

I have this incessant need to explain everything.  This manic requirement to justify why I feel a certain way, why I said a certain thing, why words that are totally inappropriate slip from my lips, why I laugh when I think I should cry.

And yes, I ask myself who I am and what my purpose is from time to time, though I really try to steer clear of it.  It feels like a question on a test, doesn’t it?  Should there be multiple choices for the answer?  No, this one is an essay answer.  And I guess there really is no definitive response now is there?

I change and shift all the time according to the world around me and what influences my line of thought.  Am I the same person I was a week ago?  Actually, I am.

What I am finding is that at the core of my being I have always been the same.  What has changed and continues to do so is how I respond to the world around me.  We are at an early age molded into the expectations of our society at that time.  When I went to school young girls were not expected to do exceptionally well.  As long as you received a passing grade this was more than acceptable.  I was being groomed to be a good girl and find a man. I was to get married, manage a household and look good all the while.

Being the rebel that I am, I failed miserably and did not live up to these expectations at all.  Indeed, I slept around, never married, had a child out-of-wedlock and gained a horrendous amount of weight and looked just awful and felt worse.  It took me some twenty years or more to figure out how to operate a household budget to boot.

I didn’t set out to be a non-conformist…I just happened to be a run-a-way train that was continually derailing it seemed.

And society continues to make its demands on what it expects from those that want to move through it successfully.  And I have to wonder who makes this shit up?

I am, by nature, very simple.  At birth, I was a point of light, a being enraptured by the beauty and expanse of this endless universe.  Curious and playful with a deep love of all that surrounds me.  And that is me in a nutshell really.

That sense of self was buried for a long time in anger and fear.  Perhaps that’s part of the experience in the human equation. I think about trends.  We are told how to look, what to eat in order to look like that, how to dress.  Books line the stores telling us how to have it all.  Books on the ‘Laws of Attraction’ have become huge.  Follow these simple examples and you too, will have all the riches you’ve ever dreamed of!  I often wonder why they always push the material wealth as a selling point.

Ever wonder why we aren’t all mulch-millionaires by now?

Like many of you I read some of these books.  I did so more out of curiosity than anything else.  I am not a particularly material person to begin with so extreme wealth really has no personal interest to me.  What I found with these books was that they often parroted each other.

It sounds simple enough.  What you put out to the universe will be returned.  Not an easy thing to do though.  Once you start to look at the strings of energy that bind all of us, of the how they vibrate and how they affect each of us not just individually but collectively as well, then the complexities of the theory increase exponentially.  And are you seeking your signature in all this or chasing an idea that has been fed to you?  Hence the question, ‘Who am I?’

Perhaps that’s the key to all of this but I do know it’s not that simple.  I have listened to tapes that encourage repeated use so that you’ll have the messages hardwired.  Several years ago there was a program called ‘In Pursuit of Happiness or Perfection’….not sure which.  A woman I worked with paid $500 to attend this program.

She changed radically, after that week-long program and not in a good way.  One of the things the program encouraged was to surround herself with the people she wanted to be like.  It became very apparent that I was not one of those people.  Conversations that had once been enjoyable began to have a more obligatory feel on her end until I just didn’t bother engaging in the relationship at all.

I don’t know what happened with her.  I know she divorced and from there I can’t say.

I guess I looked at it this way.  I have to like who I am first and foremost and that’s what I have worked on.  As for why I am here?  Why for the journey, of course.  To watch the magic of each day unfold and be a part of it.

As for my annoying habits…and there are a few, I am working on them.

Enjoy your day and thanks again for stopping by.

Peace.