Diva Dust

Taco Salad. That's what I love to cook when I don't feel like cooking. And talking about cooking, unless it's about someone else doing it--makes me break out in psychological hives as the holidays approach.

Just as I was cleaning up today's dishes --- and I could kiss the woman who came up with the idea for an automatic dishwasher that a man more than likely got credit for inventing--this one truth flitted through my mind during my collective strawberry scented suds-busting session.

Those who entertain for the holidays, must also feel the pressure of cleaning EVERYTHING for the holidays.

So what's so merry about that? (Stop sitting there wondering. It was me who asked you first!)

The best holidays I can remember are the times when I was totally left alone and in a writing mood. You know there's something about the fact that in the times of habitually materialistic-seeking seasons just makes the writer in me want to find an abandoned spot at Mammoth Cave and hide out with a flashlight, a 10-pack of 99 cent store ball point writing pens, some Doritos, bottled green tea and a ream of freshly recycled paper to honor the forest in my midst. But back to the cleaning bit. . .


And my home would be dubbed by my relatives who think I'm "the weird one" as uninhabitable for the holidays. Truth be told, do any of us as writers really want to entertain anyway? I don't know about you but outside of my own children, I don't really care to pursue the acceptance of anyone's Martha-Stewart tastes who cannot accept me for the "comfy" person that I am. But I do have my limits.

If you, like myself, consider yourself a holiday homebody who has a favorite pair or shoes, robe, boxer shorts or even if you just like typing naked....(cover the chair others may be sitting where your bare butt left its cheekmarks) then you might appreciate my limits on "clutter vs. diva dusty clutter." Figure out the comfy for yourself. I'm gonna deal with the "diva dusty."

Diva dusty means there is so much dust in your home that the dust mites collaborate to formed a union.

Diva dusty means that the cat wants to go outside in the daytime.

Diva dusty means the roaches are evicting YOU!

Diva dusty means that your brand new upright vacuum cleaner is sagging.

Diva dusty means that every where you walk in your house, a stranger can come in and tell exactly where you've been.

Diva dusty means the dust-bunnies under your bed have become dust-zombies.

Diva dusty means your bookshelves have track marks.

Diva dusty means you really don't have an allergy to dust at all...you have an allergy to Endust.

And finally. . .

Diva dusty among writers is so popular that we could all collect it in a fruit jar and say we bought the ashes of Edgar Alan Poe. When dust moves from a comfortable clutter to a platform used for finger-art, it's time to call the family together not for the holidays, but for an emergency intervention.

So if you find yourself wanting to send the muse on vacation so you can "deck dem halls" for the holiday season, if the waxy buildup is more than enough to make a tea-light candle, don protective gear and a filtration mask.

Whatever you do, REMEMBER TO BE KIND TO THE BUNNIES! (YOUTUBE VIDEO)


That's my rap...now takin' a nap!
blessin's,
cynth'ya

Raindance

The resilience of spirit is far underrated in times of uncertainty and change. Never should any of us forget that we are bigger than our circumstances, and more factual about own own lives than Wall Street and CNN.

To move forward, we have to all continue to believe that we are not equal to the circumstances that surround us. God is not the author of junk nor of castaways. That's humanity's mistake, not God's. We all need to beware of the negative spirits that bring about death of the mind, soul and eventually body from the negative toxins that are created when we are stressed and frustrated. So what is one solution?

Well, you're reading it. They are words. Let them travel through your soul. I pray you find your journey most pleasant, and your destination one that welcomes the positive changes you are soon to discover. Just keep on the right road. Clouds may look loathsome in our lives, but it is the cloud that holds the rain of regeneration.

So let's all join hands, and dance in the rain.

P.S. Words are all around us. But words also have an ultimatum based on the purpose of those who put them out into the hard-copy and wireless universe. Somewhere in the bible there is a passage about the power of the princes of the air.

(Truth is I would look it up but then I'd lose my train of thought to the thief called "short term memory due to sleep deprivation-by-choice, or as I call it, "Muse overload due to massive invasions of inspiration." So I'll just keep on typing. Maybe looking up the passage might help people discover a spiritual truth or two,

God bless y'all. . . that's my rap.

cynth'ya

Surviving The Times

Oh those 1930s! If a family could survive & thrive back there you knew how to recycle your stuff. We didn't need any green commercials or foundations to teach us how to shake out a bread sack and put it over our shoes to keep our feet from getting wet because the boots were out of the budget. My parents, all three of them, were from that era. But what I wish I could have experienced was the resilience to deal with pain and tough times.

"Tough times don't last. Tough people do." Isn't that how the saying goes?

Well my friends, we need to correct ourselves. The times not getting tough. The times ARE tough! But what's that got to do with your success in anything?

Some of the most notable figures grew up in tough times. We read about them in success magazines. Do the names "Robert Kiyosaki" or "Donald Trump" or "Albert Einstein" ring a bell? How about "Oprah Winfrey?" Or "Sarah Breedlove (a.k.a. Madame CJ Walker, who was the first FEMALE millionaire in this country at a time when no one believed a black person living in America was any good for anything than cleaning a mansion and this woman owned TWO of them!

These men and women were not born in ideal situations. They didn't listen to the news around them that until things got better around them that they could not do better for themselves.
But there were born in times when they were taught that if you wanted something, they you have to go after it with a passion.

And if anyone tried to stop you from pursuing your passion with a vengence, or try to discourage you because of their own lack of a spine, then you just had to do what you had to do.

Maybe you are called "unrealistic" for wanting something that the majority of people never think they will ever achieve. Well I got a bit of news for your naysaying friends and family and neighbors.

NAYSAYING NIBBY-NOSE NEGATIVITY NEGOTIATING NON-ACHIEVERS ARE NOT YOUR PROBLEM. If anything, if their lack of belief in you is your kryptonite, then get away from them and surround yourself with people who will give you the Superman or Superwoman cape of protection you need to fly as high in the stratosphere of success as you choose to go.

The sky is not your limit....you 've got an entire galaxy to conquer. And if you don't go after it and discover what it is when everyone else is turning tail and running to hide behind the news, then I'll see you when you get there.

That's MY rap, blessin's 2 ya,
cynth'ya

P.S. Ever stop to ponder--and I could be mistaken--that perhaps the core reason our nation is in the shape it's in right now, exactly 70 years from the first GREAT DEPRESSION is that those values that forged our ancestors of the 1930s were no longer necessary. Everything because instant and automatic. We forgot as a nation how to wait on change. Perhaps we even forgot how to wait on God.