Date: Wednesday, February 17
Time: 6:54 pm
Temp: 35 F
Moon: Moon in Ares, Void of Course
Mood: Slight headache; tired
Words, words, words, have you heard, a bird in hand is much better than, any number free to wander. Fly away, stay! You pay for what you get. You pay for what you get….
-Dave Matthews Band
How many words do I read in a day? Newspaper, magazine, book. Recipe book. Cereal box. Billboards. Street signs. Then I listen to the radio, more words, read to me. Democray Now! All Things Considered. On Point. Car Talk 
And I am a writer. So I get home at the end of the day, or I get up at the start of the day, and I flip on my computer, or flip open my notebook, and write. Words, words, words.
Does the world need more words? Is the power of the word diminished because of overuse? I think about all the promises made, all the promises broken. Not just by our politicians. But by our friends, our families, ourselves. Don Miguel Ruiz says, “Be impeccable with your word.” Do we even know what that means any more?
I want less talk, and more action. Fewer promises, and more delivery. I want integrity, not insouciance.
We have become highly inefficient in our modern age. Twittering, texting, blogging, blathering. And yet the things that really matter are pushed off until tomorrow. Things like Middle East peace. Independence from oil. A realistic environmental plan that ties into a realistic economic plan. A plan for smart growth, not just more growth. I’m so tired of everyone yelling at each other that nothing is right, nothing will work, nothing will ever get done. And so nothing does.
What if instead of seeking power, we sought peace. What might our world be like if we weren’t so hell bent on climbing over the voted-off-the-island-bodies to stand tall on the heap? What would it look like if we believed that security meant everyone was secure? How would it feel if everyone had a full belly, a safe place to sleep, a lifetime without fear of annihilation whether in body or soul? Would you be willing to give up half your bank account for that? A quarter? A tenth? Is it even worth asking…..?
My friend asked his father if he could cut down some trees on their land for an exciting project dear to his heart. It’ll never work, the father said, without even knowing what the project was. Without even asking.
To quote ‘Free to Be You and Me’ – some kind of help is the kind of help that we all can do without!
