Drains! Mine and the Nations


A chromium drainpipe under my kitchen sink corroded and disintegrated and I had to replace it. Water from the drain leaked all over the place. I discovered the corrosion as I tried to fix a leak by tightening a connecting nut. The pressure of my turning wrench severed the already weakened connection. Now I had a bigger problem. As I looked at it I wondered what it had to teach me about current life events, then I called a plumber.

The parallels are amazing. Like the damaged drain, a corroded economy allow stock spills to go all over the place and then be wiped up and tossed with no more value than a wet paper towel.

The corrosion catalysts in both my sink and the nation’s sink are similar. Ill conceived design and then flawed raw material combined with inherent defects created a weakened product which in turn destroyed the integrity of the pipe.

It’s similar on Wall Street. Ill conceived desire, flawed procedure and operational defects allowed corrosion of the system and stock savings leaked onto the trading floor to be wiped up and discarded as false values of personal portfolios.

The plumber came to my home. Congress came to wall street.

My drain works perfectly now and will probably do so for a number of years. I looked at the drain after the plumber left. It was neat, clean, and pristine. A simple solution. Then I thought of how difficult it seems to be to solve the fiscal drain in the plumbing of the American monetary system.

I think I know an answer and perhaps a solution. My drain leakage could be solved with a new, clean plastic pipe. That’s fairly simple if you know how to do it. The American monetary system is a little more complex because it has several components my pipes did not have. Emotion, fear, and greed, without them we’d probably have a nice new clean pipe in which to flow our commerce.

Fear


Perhaps it is time to talk about fear.

If you break it down fear is the process of not getting what you want and if you parse fear you come up with all sorts of reasons to panic, to attempt to control the situation, to escape from the seemingly inevitable, to get out with what you can and hide until it seems safe.

Yep…that’s panic all right.

There are many causes of today’s economic fear. One of them is greed, both corporate and individual. Greed is the omnipresent addiction of constantly wanting more even though the more means less for another or others. It’s a self-safe or selfish comfort zone that embraces the “I have mine attitude” and more wouldn’t hurt.

Fear will always seep from the hollows and shadows of our mind because we forget that abundance is our natural state. We co-create our existence and conditions of life. We participate in the creation in order to experience and grow spiritually in the awareness of choice and subsequent consequence.

I have come to believe that once we acknowledge the genesis of fear, and trace it honestly to our egos, and see it for what it is, it will dissipate and no longer instigate negative action.

When fear does not exist, sacred and unconditional trust emerges. Trust is the logical and natural exchange between people. It is what we want from others and what we would like to give, if we could let go of fear.

We are all in this thing called life together and for a very short time. Growth and success is not singular, it is collective. There is liquidity in our hearts and in the markets, in our hopes and wishes and in the banks, in our essence and in mercantile exchange, but without trust the ego releases the dragon of fear; panic transcends reason, greed precipitates volatile action and we all get hurt.

It is time to trust again and see the exponential results of peace, calm and economic grace.

Debate? I think not!


Did you watch last night’s gathering between Senators McCain and Obama? They billed it as a debate, but since very little debating took place, I am calling it a “gathering”.

Another name for it might be, “he said, he did”. If I were to design a debate discussion or disputation dialogue I would first eliminate the moderator. (I can’t believe I said that since I am broadcast journalist). And I would eliminate the audience.

I would have the two presidential protagonists sit close to one another and just let them talk to each other and to us about their vision for America. Besides being civil and courteous, the one rule would be no “he said, he did”. No attack, no finger pointing.

I want to hear their hopes for the future, not out of context accusations from the past. I want to be inspired, not mired in the morass of political speak. I want to hear how they hope to solve the great issues of our times. I want to know what sacrifices we all will have to make.

The candidates know what the predominate issues are. They know the concerns and the fears of the American people. They’ve been at this for over a year. Now talk to us. We’re smart enough to know you don’t know all the answers, but talk to us out of truth, be honest, be simple and be direct.

We’ve got difficult problems that need serious solutions. Most of us are tired of the bickering, the pork, the get mine attitude of government and Wall Street.

Let us feel the beat of your heart in direct words. Give us straight talk, not political or partisan poppycock and then each of you would truly be presidential and WE THE PEOPLE, would be energized, engaged and enthused and informed.

Fall Folliage


It’s a colorful Fall here in the East so I thought this chilly October morning should have a little poetic tribute to the changing season.

I now know why we call them leaves;
Too soon they fall when frosted thieves
Lure their green to red and golds
In colors soft and dazzling bolds.

Leaves drop from age and sometimes breeze
To land on lawns by shrubs and trees.
They drift in circles to the ground
In crinkling, cracking, scrunching sound.

O’ leaves of branch and bush, behold!
Your service lasts despite the cold,
As quilts of warmth for creatures low
Beneath the ground, before the snow.

Some leaves will sail to lawns serene
Where children’s smiles can then be seen
Waiting for the rake and pile
To leap upon and lie awhile.

But soon the crumpled stems and flake
Are raked in rows for match to make
A downey flame and spired smoke;
Incense of honor to the oak.

Then barren trees stand naked, strong,
To slice the wind of winters song.
They lean and bow from bending blow,
When snapping, cracking, to and fro.

I know there is a message here,
Where trees with leaves at end of year
Do molt their husks of leafy sheen
So other seasons can be seen.

Thus trees and man are oft’ alike,
In time each shed their aging haik.
What’s left in silhouette pristine,
Is life below in spirit green.