We Can't See

Part of My Wife's Work Station

I can write with some music playing, I can even finding it influential with some of my work. But in my office with my wife’s television blaring through the walls, it’s hard to focus on what I’m doing with so much noise. So I leave the music to a minimum and pour my thoughts out the window for inspiration. Today is much like every other day this week. With overcast skies and a steady morning wind blowing through the pecan trees. Where last night’s dream is becoming a faded memory of watching rich people eat bar-b-que while the rest of us wait to eat the scraps.

So I sit here thinking about the CBS Sunday Morning show doing a piece on Woody Guthrie and his song, “This Land is Your Land”. All while not losing the irony of it considering last night’s dream. So I turn off my program and do my best to block out the episode of “Pioneer Woman” blaring through my walls. Where she’s giving out recipes that my wife will never fix, even though we were given some of her cookware as a housewarming gift. (The pots are kinda cheap.)

But it’s the material things of life that keeps us going. Gone are the simple things we used to do like create gifts as a craft. Only to be reduced to cheap trinkets that collect dust on a loved one’s shelf. I used to be particular about the gifts I gave. But lately I hardly give gifts at all. Because of the simple fact that the instant gratification of buying it yourself trumps all. So what am I trying to say here? That all materialism is bad? That the acquiring of things is nothing more than vanity? I’d say that’s up to you to answer that question. What I do fear is that the acquiring of wealth is just another way to satisfy the yearning we all have. To fill those empty spaces that can only be filled with the compassion and love that we can’t see.