This week I’ve occasionally been prying my eyes away from the pages of Charles Eisentein’s 2011 book, Sacred Economics: Money, Gift and Societyin the Age of Transition. There are so many well-articulated thoughts in the book that I’ll need some time to absorb them, so this post will consist mostly of quotes lifted straight from the text. I’ve nothing else to add but the “of course!” sensation that lights my mind on almost every page, that feeling you get when a book falls off the shelf and into your hands at exactly the right time, one of life’s strangest little pleasures.
Friday, 19 August 2016
I’m bored. Every child’s complaint, from lack of stimulation, or just the frustration of having to wait for the next gratification of whatever fleeting whim. Are we nearly there yet? You want, and you want it now, whatever it is. Try to think of a time when you didn’t want anything. Can you? Kurt Vonnegut said that every character in a story has to want something, even if it’s only a glass of water. You’re a character in a story. You might not be writing it, but you want something. Right now, you almost certainly want something. What is it? Why?
Friday, 12 August 2016
I'm pleased to report that I've found myself somewhere else to live. It's a one bedroom flat in Bury and the rent is only £350 a month. This is a big deal because I'm paying £675 a month to live in Manchester City Centre now. So I'm calling this a win.
Monday, 8 August 2016
When I started this blog six months ago as a way to get some kind of handle on my new life, most of my thoughts concerned money and how I might get to a place where I could live without it. I knew that earning money wasn't something I wanted to spend my time doing, and I knew that given the choice between earning money and having time, I would always choose time. For those lucky enough to earn money by doing something they would do anyway, something they loved, I understood that there is no need for such a choice. I knew that I wasn't so lucky, and that I had this in common with probably most other people in the world. I wondered how happy all the others were, giving over their time to work they had no passion for. I wondered how many people had no passion at all. I wondered if I might be such a person.