Propaganda teaches us to want cars and clothes and stuff, stuff, stuff.
Wall Street couldn’t exist if they couldn’t create wants.
Needs, ah, that’s a different thing.
We don’t need Wall Street.
We really, really don’t. They are only there to extract all of our Real Wealth out so that they can have their Phantom Wealth. And to their end, they want us all to believe that we too can have the same…yachts, BMW’s, etc., etc., etc…..
Thank goodness no one can see this mess from the street.
Mess, you say. That’s food out there. Tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, beans, cantaloupe, peppers….
It’s a sanctuary for birds, bees, lizards, bugs and puppies. Even a big old frog was sitting at the door one day wanting out…yes, it had gotten in somehow and wanted back out into the lush cool undergrowth…
Someone wanted to get rid of an old ladder, so Ms. SpoolTeacher carted it home and strung some string and the tomatoes are liking it just fine. It arrived just in time.
Feed the hungry.
Ms. SpoolTeacher does sewing and alterations to keep herself a Gardening Hoer.
She’s testing paint colors on the old shutters and has had to put up all kinds of barriers to keep Little Old Red-Haired Girl from having to climb up stairs. (She’s being diverted to the ramps to make it easier on her tired little old body). It makes it cumbersome for the rest of us, but it also acts as a maze for anyone who might be trying to get to the front door unwanted.
We do what we have to to live the lives we want.
She’s trying to find the best way to photograph these Little Girl Aprons so she can try to sell them on Etsy. Competition is tough. People give their labor away for free. Makes it hard for the rest of us. She’ll just have to keep her head high and her prices too and pray and work to find the best market. Maybe she’ll build a “Build-A-Little-Girl-Apron” shop?
Food free of pesticides, GMO’s and Round-up rain, happy puppies, good health, friends and family….that’s Real Wealth.
Whatever one has to do to get it is whatever one has to do.
Lately she visited a man starting a new business in town. He’s planning a “Survival Shop” where all things needed for in the event of a catastrophe can be found. It left her feeling depressed to think of thinking like that.
She wants to believe that the best way to survive a catastrophe is to have a great community and to have that, one has to get out and meet their neighbors and talk and talk and talk about all the things that they all want to live the lives they really want.
Certainly a BMW won’t be necessary.
Love, Peace and No Misunderstanding, we will need each other.