DOLLAR MASKS

I guess I'm in one of my more reflective moods. And it seems to center around greenbacks as of late.

Sometimes I do wonder how much more tranquil life might be if one didn't need an income in order to survive. However, I'm hardly ready to become a monk in order to find out.

Still, there is to me a certain regrettable sameness to a life where so much time is spent involved with money. One is either having to slave away to earn it, or spending it for the sake of buying something to fulfill a need or want.

There are occasions when that just all gets boring. But I haven't worked out a way to avoid that part of life.

That doesn't mean I necessarily savor that being such a relevant part of life. It is just a passageway of chore on the journey to hopefully something more blessed.

Last night my wife and I went to a special craft show. My wife has always loved collecting crafts. Not so much because of their monetary value, but because she loves the expressions of creativity.

I enjoy strolling down the aisle and seeing the different artists and musicians. It appeal to my creative side when I wasn't retreated to some bench to rest so the occasional cramp in my leg would stop.

The thing is I guess, for me, I didn't need any mementos from the experience to enjoy it. But that doesn't mean I think my wife wasn't entitled to her joy of collecting.

However, I suppose for me it as a matter of what was really tangible. I can't help finding the Lord in such moments. I see creativity as his inspiration. In its foundation he is the author, but we choose whether or not to give him honor in the process.

Price tags for creativity are part of life. And like most things in life little in such arena comes free.

It is just a question I guess whether we truly are able to see the theme and message below the mask with a price tag. It revives and stirs if we understand correctly.

Some will find that well in their souls, others will not. Some will sing in their essence from seeing God's touch in the midst of such events. Others will merely see the price tag, debate if the energy is worth the cost.

This is part of the path the soul takes in flight between horizons. It is always one more enriching when it comes with wings of faith instead of the gold of possession being what makes one fly.