Commentaries by Cynthia - A Blog About Life, Love, God, John Lennon, and Taking Up for the Underdog

Reason, Season, or Lifetime

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 12:24:36 -0400

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.'

He Said His Name Was John

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 10:53:22 -0400

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

Julia Speaks!

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 09:34:15 -0400

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.

Another Coincidence

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 12:06:44 -0400

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.

A Test of Compassion

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 09:48:57 -0400

I saw them from my front porch.

They were a middle-aged couple, walking up the street in the direction of a nearby outdoor concert. She somehow lost her balance and fell backward, hitting the curb and rolling several feet down a small grassy bank. There were gasps and gawks from those passing by, but no one moved to assist her as she lay dazed and struggling to pick herself up again. Instinct kicked in, and I ran across the street, then I knelt beside her and helped her into a sitting position. At that moment, I noticed that her hand was outstretched, but it was not my help that she was reaching for - it was her partner’s, who stood towering over her, as if to say, “You get yourself up.”

Longing for Mayberry, RFD

Tue, 26 May 2009 10:31:09 -0400

*Note* Finally, a new column!

Decades after the television show first hit the airwaves in the 1960's, the Andy Griffith show continues to pull in audiences and fans through the fine art of syndication.

North Carolinians in particular love the show since it portrays our state in a wholesome light. Times seemed simpler and quieter then, and all disputes could be settled amicably by a kind-hearted sheriff who always knew the right thing to say or do regardless of the situation. There was only one criminal in town and that was the town drunk, Otis, who was really just a big ol’ loveable misfit. In Mayberry, there was no profanity, the streets were always clean, and neighbors looked out for each other. By the end of each episode, you turned off your television set, believing that having faith, family, and friends were what life in a small North Carolina town was all about.

Life's A Great Big Mystery Show

Fri, 15 May 2009 13:52:31 -0400

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."

The Wizard of Just Cause

Wed, 22 Apr 2009 10:08:57 -0400

*Note* Just a little creative expression or storytelling.

“What is this place?" Summer wondered, looking around in sad awe at the numerous rows of people hooked into machines known as telephones. She shuddered, feeling a chill in the air. “Have I been transported into a real-life version of the Matrix or the Twilight Zone?” In a dreamlike state, she weaved through the labyrinth of cubicles and sat at a desk with a computer. Reaching out, she touched the keyboard hesitantly. On the screen appeared the face of a man in his thirties with sandy brown hair and wire-rimmed glasses. “Welcome,” he said in a flat, monotone voice. “You are in my world now.” His smile turned into a smirk. “I own you - all of you. In fact, you don’t even exist anymore.”

Take It and Be Blessed

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 09:26:20 -0400

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.

The Dirty F'ing Hippies

Wed, 18 Mar 2009 10:45:35 -0400

Were RIGHT!

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

Surviving Beatles Reunite to Promote Kid’s Meditation

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 10:24:39 -0500

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.

In Good Company

Wed, 25 Feb 2009 15:27:17 -0500

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, Sometimes

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 09:48:00 -0500

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...)

The Patriotic Wave

Thu, 22 Jan 2009 10:02:57 -0500

The following song and lyrics are by John Mellencamp.
These words reflect my own patriotic thoughts and feelings at the moment.

This is Our Country

Well I can stand beside
Ideals I think are right
And I can stand beside
The idea to stand and fight
I do believe
There's a dream for everyone
This is our country

There's room enough here
For science to live
And there's room enough here
For religion to forgive
And try to understand
All the people of this land
This is our country

From the east coast
To the west coast
Down the Dixie Highway
Back home
This is our country

That poverty could be
Just another ugly thing
And bigotry would be
Seen only as obscene
And the ones that run this land
Help the poor and common man
This is our country

We Cannot Help But Believe

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 10:47:07 -0500

Yesterday was a beautiful day. My only regret is that I could not experience the magic of the Presidential Inauguration due to the fact that I work with staunch Republicans who pouted all day. Still, I am happy and hopeful, along with the majority of the world. The United States finally has a leader with intelligence, charisma, vision, and communication skills. The turning point for our nation has arrived.

"We cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself."