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There is a phrase I learned when I was a commercial real estate broker; “the highest and best use of a property.”
As time passes, economic conditions and neighborhoods change. A commercial property originally built as a three-storey parking garage can have higher income potential and use if it is torn down and rebuilt as a high-rise office building.
I feel something analogous is happening to me as my awakening unfolds. The highest and best use of the property given to me, my body, is evolving into something that can be of more use to me in terms of enjoyment and of greater use to others.
I’m not exactly sure what I’m morphing into, but I’m positive it’s not a new X-Man character. I’m excited to find out who I become. In the meantime, I’m writing a few more blogs.
Am I supposed to quietly fade out of existence
like a blinking star
or a guttering candle?
Is there a ghost town
waiting for me over the next hill
with rows of gravestones
rising at awkward angles
out of the dead leaves and high grass?
I wait for the next wave
which does not arrive
somewhat like a beached whale
thrown up by the sea.
Cool breezes replace the heat
of the cruel sun.
A stranger walks alone on the beach.
Has he come to save me?
My whale flesh feels cold and dry to his touch.
He peers into my dull blue eye.
I wonder if he can see
the young whale swimming
in the sea of pure consciousness.
Flowing through my heart
the sounds of life everlasting
Pieces of Truth
I am unaware of
Why does this always happen?
I do not know what is going on
The thief steals my joy
and I am alone
to face the stars
and the consequences of my life
Things could be so much easier
if I would only let them
Where are you
I ask my heart for the answer
and none comes, then
the answers come on the breath
like waves rolling to the shore
I am alone once more
without the armor of love to protect me
Why do the cashiers at supermarkets insist on putting your groceries in as many bags as possible?
Do I look like I have five hands and three arms?
Do they think the load will be lighter if I carry fewer items in more bags?
Do they do it out of spite because they have crummy, low paying jobs?
The gross profit of supermarkets would go up at least 400 percent on average if they used fewer bags.
The other day I bought five items for eighteen dollars and thirty-seven cents. The bagger put each item in its own bag.
A pack of gum gets its own bag?
The plastic bags must have cost fifty cents. The same bags will cost a dollar next week with the way oil prices are going.
Why do baggers and cashiers do this? Here’s one theory.
Imagine a Store Manager giving these instructions to his cashiers before their shift:
“Remember not to overload those grocery bags. We just lost a lawsuit that cost us forty-two million dollars because a woman dropped a banana out of her overloaded bag, slipped, and dislocated her pelvis. The jury awarded punitive damages because the poor woman is unable to have sexual intercourse without shooting pains going down her legs.
“As you all know, every cashier is responsible for supervising their bagger. It is your job to insure all groceries are properly bagged, which is to say, not over-loaded.
“The forty two million is coming out of the offending cashier’s paycheck. So be careful. This could happen to you.”