**NON QUALCOMM RELATED POST **
It's Sunday and I should be masterplanning my Wellness Empire, and if not doing that should probably be out soaking in some sunshine, and if not that, cleaning my house, but instead, find myself contemplating this world I live in, both the inner and the outer. I think about the purpose that I relate to having in life, creating spaces for healing and growth, and I realize that is a role owned by countless others over eons of time and each reflecting in very deep and profound ways the contexts of the cultures they grow out of. Perhaps just 500 years ago in the very spot where my wellness megaplex is being custom shaped to suit, the site was used for the same purpose in a circle around a fire. In the culture I exist in, I get to navigate through corporate law, city regulations, the state board, seven different kinds of insurances, informed consent, worker's compensation, managed care, sexual politics, tax and accounting nightmares, need I go on. Makes me think about donning the feathers and rattles and heading for the desert.
I own a very sophisticated piece of technology that digitizes points on the body and can produce graphic, narrative and statistical readouts of spinal curves, postural analysis and range of motion of any joint in the body. I believe I can assess with equal validity and reliability the same data using my hands and eyes. I ponder my disdain when I see my receptionist use the calculator to add two double digit numbers.
The same technology that allows these streams of consciousness to be read all over the world is the same technology that has resulted in my having an interview with a doctor who is coming all the way from India after seeing my bulletin board notice is the same technology that with a little luck will make me a million dollars. All of this accomplished from this cockpit I sit in now. A honking big fat-armed black leather mega-chair with a keyboard on my lap.
I think about how I visualize this world, where it is moving to. I think about the tools that are available to me, and how I can play my visions and turn it into riches with a few turns of my rollerball and a couple of keystrokes. I think about my father who worked 40+ years on 35th street, NYC garment industry, factory floor, took the subway at 7AM then back 7PM 50 weeks a year. And how his generation kinda set the fabric of this culture and how solid that was compared to this, this present world where I can be set for life in five years if I've pressed the right buttons, but then there are other buttons that could blow this entire world into atomic dust.
I do know that wherever I'm heading I would like to find my way back to simplicity. Not that I have doubts, confusion or trepitation over the path I've choosed. What I do makes me very fulfilled personally, professionally, and spiritually. And I have no delusion that simplicity isn't available to me right this instance. Perhaps my sense of indulgence will be my downfall. I want to retire into simplicity unto my own terms. I have desires to taste the many juices this amazing world has to offer. And I know, the Buddha has warned.
In all outcomes, I carry my salvation in my breast pocket. I have little attachment to any of the above, and I don't take a whole lot seriously. Money is nice, quite a lot of fun actually, but it is not essential in any way in excess. I look over at the angel who naps to my left on the big honking matching black leather couch. What I would like more than anything is to make her life magical, as she makes mine by choosing me to love. If I have my way, I'll be showing her a good time Renby style for the rest of the days of my life, and I don't mean the zoo I mean the Amazon.
Thanks everyone for your well wishing, and I now feel comfortable enough on this board to leave these thoughts without apology.
May all our dreams come true, and may this crazy world keep it together long enough to cash in.
Renby Cage |
