O Lord, what are humans that you regard them,
or mortals that you think of them?
They are like a breath;
their days are like a passing shadow.
Happy are the people to whom such blessings fall;
happy are the people whose God is the Lord.
Psalm 144: 3-4, 15 NRSVue
'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,
'tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
and when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'twill be in the valley of love and delight.
Simple Gifts Voices United 353 V 1
We were zipping along a major highway recently when we passed a transport truck emblazoned with the credo seen above. The truck was apparently brimming with happiness for all. I'm fairly sure there was a halo and rainbow hovering above the vehicle.
In North America we are generally drowning in stuff and we're warned that our kids and grandkids will be shovelling it into dumpsters when those of us who are Baby Boomers die off. Our treasures will be their trash headache. Meanwhile, there is plastic everywhere, including our oceans and our bloodstreams, because we make so much of it.
An Unholy Labubu Trinity
We are in the reduce and divest stage of life but the process is slow and wanting certain stuff can be so seductive. As I write, the family chat is lighting up about finding Labubus which have supplanted Squishmallows as the latest "must have" for young uns with birthdays approaching. It just doesn't end.
Should there actually be red horns above that logo? Don't worry, be happy...
[Verse 3]
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no gal to make you smile
But don't worry
Be happy
'Cause when you worry, your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry
Be happy, don't worry, be happy now
St. Bobby of McFerrin
Happiness is always a matter of perspective
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