Good Morning Starshine - The Earth Says Hello
Breezy weekend. I can't recall right now what I was going to write.
That happens a lot, lately. I'm walking around in a grocery store or
at a post office with a riveting idea and then I get to the keyboard and
poof - it's gone. It is a dandelion seed on an August afternoon.
Ideas are like the currency of our time - only they often don't fill
your bank account. But what does fill your bank account, really?
It never stays full. It's always depleting. You save - so you can spend.
You invest - so you can travel or buy a home and become poor again.
What's the point?
