Harmony

When the road is bumpy and filled with potholes I suppose it is telling me that I need to slow down and take inventory of my life. Something is out of whack.

I suspect it is my idea of frugal living. Eventually there is a point, beyond which, it is no longer called frugal. It becomes officially being poor, or stingy. There is a certain amount of up keep necessary for almost everything. Trying to put this off brings to mind all the old adages like, a stitch in time saves nine.

I am willing to put in the stitches, but when I have to pay someone else to do them, it becomes harder for me. Today's seamstresses sometimes exact exorbitant prices.

Life exacts its own tolls and they must be dealt with. Finding the balance between spiritual living and the world is something I need to work on.

I think they call it harmony.