Commentaries by Cynthia

Hello, I'm thinking very seriously about removing or redoing this blog - although I will be blogging somewhere. In any case, I thought the attached video was a good one to leave as a parting message for those who have been following this blog.

I do believe that everyone who has been a part of our life was there for a reason. The problem and pain that some of us encounter is expecting other people to remain in our life when this is not always possible or even in our own best interest.

At the level of spirit, we really do care about each other, even if our paths diverge somewhere along the way. We may not understand it at the time, but there is a much bigger plan at work in our lives and relationships. I've said it before and I'll say it again..."A brighter day awaits us all, and one day everything we've encountered in life will make perfect sense. Then we will say...'Ah, I can see it all so clearly now.'

Scenes from OliverFest 2009 and the musical group Britishmania. (This is as close to John Lennon as I'm probably going to get.)

This is my favorite rant by Julia Sugarbaker. And I think there is much truth in these words.

“Oh, no we did not! But that is a typical male attitude.
Now, the truth is… we women have not had enough power, or money, or confidence to start much of anything. But we sure as heck get the blame for everything.

And I’ll tell you something else! I love men – I love this one- but you cannot ignore history. History has shown that, in general, it has been the men who have done the raping, and the robbing, and the killing, and the war-mongering for the last 2,000 years. It has been the men who have done the pillaging, and the beheading, and the subjugating of whole races into slavery.

Over a week ago, I posted a parody of my workplace nightmare into a blog entry entitled The Wizard of Just Cause.

This week, someone left a book on the bench outside my office. The book was entitled The Wizard of ID Charge. The person who left the book said she had no idea why she left it there – just that she thought it was a good place to leave the book in case someone wanted to read it. (And no, she did not know about my story.)

Although this is a comic book, and therefore, not something I would normally read, I couldn’t help but pick up the book and read through the pages.

Dedicated to all the bad bosses of the world...

"And in the office building, 9 to 5 goes up on trial
The man is startin' to crack, but the ceilings are starting to smile
And his boss comes in, to see what fragile things
his dull and pointless tongue can tear.
Oh, God, I think he combed over his bald spot with a bit of hair."

It could have been a dream, or maybe it was something more. I’m not sure that it even matters.

She was in her early thirties, an attractive woman I recognized as my mother. In the dream, I was standing beside her in her bedroom, making up the bed when a wad of money fell from the sheets. The thought then occurred to me that I was in the room where my mother had died, and I no longer wanted to be where that painful event had transpired. The bed suddenly moved out into the hallway, and I was sitting on the edge of it. Mother was standing over me, and she said rather matter-of-factly, “Not everyone can feel the things that you feel.” The wad of money reappeared, and she seemed to hand it to me before disappearing from the dream.

Were RIGHT!

This one video says a lot. (And in a creative, fun way, of course.)

The following is a news release from CNN, written by Alan Duke.

(CNN) — Former Beatles Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr will reunite on stage next month to raise money to teach transcendental meditation to children around the world to “help provide them a quiet haven in a not-so-quiet world,” McCartney said.

The star-studded list of performers who will join them include two musicians who were with the Beatles when they journeyed to India’s Himalayan foothills in 1968 to learn transcendental meditation from Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.

“In moments of madness, it has helped me find moments of serenity,” McCartney said in the concert announcement.

Recently I was starring at my ceiling, lost in deep thoughts, and it dawned on me that I know nothing at all. Despite all the books I’ve read, all the conversations and lectures I’ve listened to, and all the tapes and videos that I've watched – despite all this, I still know nothing at all.

As sad as this realization may seem, the next morning, I checked the quote-of-the-day in my in-box. It said: “All I know is that I know nothing.” ~ Socrates

Isn’t this interesting? It seems that whenever I talk to the Universe, it finds a way to talk back to me. So I must be in good company. After all, Socrates was wise enough to know that he knew nothing at all, too.

My time is a quiet time
To use or squander as I please.
No one is allowed to interrupt
Or pry into my moments of solitude.
There I dream my biggest dreams,
Sometimes trying to make them come true;
Sometimes I'm more content to just dream.

My time is a healing time
To seek renewal and peace
Or divine guidance when I need it.
There I discover more about myself
And those who are a part of my life.
Sometimes my time is really their time,
Sometimes it is solely mine.

My time is a reflecting time,
To fearlessly recall the joys and pains
That have made me who I am today.
(cont...)