Good Morning, God!
Yesterday, Suz and I went to Chinatown. We had just parked and were looking for the restaurant The Green Door to have lunch when Suz said, “Take a photo, Mom.” We both LOVED the colors of the brooms. Brooms were never these colors a decade ago. But, aside from that, going to Chinatown is like stepping back in Time. The buildings were old — maybe two stories tops — and the feel is one of small shopkeepers and business owners.
Suz told me Chinatown is like Paris in that regard — lots of local shops — not many signs of global brands and conglomerates. Ah, God, we are WALLMARTING the WORLD. It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel good. And for WHAT? Cheaper prices? I look around me at the heaps on my desk — think of the piles on my dresser — and conclude that I don’t need cheaper or more.
Of course, I COULD refrain. I could stay out of shops. I could be content with what I have. Sigh. There is something about shopping that brings out the female root-and-berry gathering instincts. Shifting through stuff looking for the wearable (read: edible) is very satisfying. Maybe men get that deep atavistic satisfaction from fishing or hunting? Or is that what sports does? Shopping for the women. Sports for the men. Hmmm.
I think, God, that we need BETTER outlets for our deep instinctive wiring. Better activities, and maybe better jobs? Meanwhile it was fun to poke around and explore another world — a world of very small businesses and hard workers.
I wonder, God, what will our FUTURE look like?