Since asking for a little help, it seems only appropriate to write about the concept of scarcity, the imagined abode of the imagined self, in an imagined world of things and others.

First, thank you to those who chipped in. One cannot donate from a sense of scarcity, but from the wisdom that is abundance, from that open place of giving.

From a sense of nothing here, something was given and received here. Gratis, as it were, leading to and arising with gratitude. Which is to give thanks. According to the online etymology dictionary, thank “is related phonetically to think as song is to sing.”

So it is like the street musician who sings and plays his guitar, with his hat out, or guitar case open. Does he/she sing from a place of scarcity? Or does the voice, the music, come from the same source, the communion, from which the coin or bill is dropped into the hat?

What is being expressed but gratitude all around?

And so I sing for my supper. As my grandfather used to conclude grace before the meal, “…and give us grateful hearts. Amen.”

Scarcity? I think not. But I thank, too, the friend who gave me two bananas and 3 lemons. From that sweetness, I will make lemonade.

A Little Help

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What I know for sure is that in the end, you don’t need anymore information. In the search for who/what you truly are, in terms of information, less is more. We are awash, drowning in, irrelevant information. If you want to off load some of that excess conceptualization, contact me at There is always help for that.

However, if you need a face mask, coffee cup, bath mat, pillow…etc, please visit my Red Bubble store. I could use a few extra bucks to make it to the end of the month, and beyond. Or if you don’t need any of that, there’s always a donate button on the sidebar. I’ll be adding more artwork along the way.

Thank you for everything. All is well, of course. But sometimes you just need a little help, and you never know where it might come from. Again, thank you for everything, no matter what.