The Rumor Mill

Carthagians,

Just spent a week in the hospital after too much stress, too much grief, too much hardship, too much heartache, too many issues, and too much negativity . . . for being too generous, too kind, too helpful, too visionary, too realistic, too honest and too positive. Not my monkey. For paying someone a year in advance – I got a year of hell. For helping someone back on their feet – I got ripped off. For seeing beyond a past toward a future – I got slashed tires. And, I did not create any of it.

With almost three full days of ICU in the heart center . . . come out on the other side and what do I hear? I was partying too hard and overdosed. Not so! No party. No abuse of drugs. No substance issues here . . .

Nearly died and not from fun.

One thing I can say, ICU and acute care was the most relaxation and non-stress I’ve had since May of 2017.


Today is a new day. The sun will rise in the a.m.

The Sun Will Rise and So Will I

 

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The business of time and communication

The end of the year provides such melancholy, and opposing bliss, that we waver like the tide. Hopefully, each of us between these rises and falls grow increasingly aware of our moments where faith stirs our hearts toward greater aspirations of humanity; while we cope with the currents of business and time and minutia of communications set to pierce our hearts as they maneuver in those aspirations.

Life is a complicated journey.

To all the Carthagians I’ve grown to love ~ thank you for remaining aware of faith in aspiration that far outweighs those piercing interludes we, together, overcome blissfully.

Each of you have restored my soul.

Happy and Joyous Noel

with God’s blessings as we aspire into 2018 . . .

2017 – Ringing in the New Year!

2017With the advent of a new year, sensibilities rise to the forefront of our mind. Perhaps more than a birthday, the new year sings its own reverie to get our ducks in a row, to begin again to tow the mark, bids us to turn the page and start anew. Yes, the new year taunts us to envision the horizon and see the future by improving our focus. The festivities are over – winter is settling in and she proves to be a preponderance of resolution our inner being innately underscores in its need for reparation toward the achievement of our newest creative seeds and their triumphant emergence in the springtime for summer’s consumption and fall’s exuberance.

As a fledgling entrepreneur / small business connoisseur, having experienced equally great successes and failures, it is time to embrace the season and refresh business acumen, ideologies and direction. It is time to take successes into the future, and to comprehend lessons-learned from entrepreneurial failures of the past, in order to benefit clients, customers, readers and authors universally in our future.

In order to enact benefits, change is required. So, throughout the month of January 2017, change is the plan of the hour. And, will be introduced as the month progresses to enrich government and commercial clients and customers, as well as literary and non-fiction readers and authors.

Both dpInk Company Ltd. and DonnaInk Publications, L.L.C. wish each of you happiness, prosperity, and health throughout 2017!

Just a Reminder . . . from “Q”

You know the saying, “Life imitates Art” or is that “Art imitates Life?”

Recently, someone who certainly didn’t intend to do so, reminded me that while I am a business owner, chief executive officer, author, stringer, journalist, mother, grandmother, sister, daughter, and etc. I am also a blogger. The connotation regarding “blog” was at best, derogatory, as often is the case with non-writers attempting to jab those who write “blogs” among a myriad of “other things.”

And, don’t we write many things if we are true bloggers? 

Yes we do.

We write all sorts of things, all day, every day. And, for most dedicated bloggers there is a lifetime of masterful creations both nonfiction and fiction in our closet-0′-writing.

So this “blog” is to say, “Thank you for the reminder. I am a blogger. I blog among many other literary guises. Unbeknownst to you . . . in your subtle innuendo, intended to insult and deride, you’ve given me the drive to do what I do and among the myriad of “other” things you couldn’t possibly fathom, you are accurate, I also blog.”

This one’s for you! Enjoy . . . nothing like a little Gaston time.

2016 has happened . . .

Peder Severin Krøyer (1851-1909) Portrait of Holger Drachmann by the FireplaceAnd, here I sit amidst an emotional drift. There hasn’t been a record snow fall and the cold air has only “just” settled in after the holidays. Unfortunately, my time consumed and this blog ignored during the sully days of Seasonal Charm and Decorum.

Actually, I love the holiday season. I especially love it when my Clients have paid me on time and there is plenty to share with family and friends. After all – family and friends are the bliss nation of every holiday season. And, yet, it is always wise to fine-tune the fact of Christ’s birthday celebration by reminding oneself and others Christmas is about his birth and ultimate sacrifice of atonement some thirty years later in March – April at the spring equinox.

Understanding all that – the holiday season is still about our abundance and directed outwardly instead of inwardly. Clothing is spirited. Faces are converted to joy. Folks are rushing about. Scrooge really brings more affection to the description of the Thanksgiving for the splendor of the holiday season more than any other historical archive and I love Scrooge – especially theatrical performances.

New Year’s is like the icing on the holiday cake of life. It is the after-glow of a warm gathering of rich foods and sensations. It is the proverbial cigar and cognac moment with a plum pudding and hard sauce waiting in the wings. It is where the gossip is shared in the women’s chambers and the men set their impending foibles out on the lounge table for display and feedback. It is the time of planning until the next Christmas session.

Winter has just given way. Her gift is a stillness. She embraces our conceptual thinking. Our time to plan. She shortens the workday so we have more time to focus on the inner sanctums of thoughts and intentions. She gives us more free time to pray toward a success-driven harvest in the upcoming year of living. She is our time of preparation. And, our friend. God bless the winter solace for us all.

It is my hope everyone in Carthage and throughout the myriad of small town Americana and the beloved cities we all miss enjoy a thoroughly renewing New Years. Remain safe and be ever thankful.

Quid Pro Quo

Latin, the root of many languages I recollect being a required course in high school in my youth. Of course, I elected to study French, Spanish and a semester or two of Latin. My sister mastered Latin. At the time, I didn’t have the appreciation for foreign languages but felt they sounded pretty chipper.

However, in legalities Latin terms are tumultuous. Very depth-ridden. Scary. Kind of featuring a foreboding and thought there is MORE to come. . .

Recently, I was in court – pro se – in a 50C filing due to Cyberstalking, Stalking, and other crapoleigh and I won’t go into the gruesome details . . . the Defendant, of course, hired the local attorney with a million dollar win under his belt. He’s a slick, silver fox, type of bloke who reminds me of a ponzi scheme character.

My interlude at pro se was like Passion of the Christ and between the Defendant’s attorney and the judge I was lashed repeatedly for three hours while assistants and Defendant laughed as well as a young resident girlfriend in the courtroom.

It occurred to me – jurisprudence is lost and Latin, she’d just shudder if she knew what this system has done to her.

More to come . . .

 

Refreshing for fall

Fall is upon us!Fall is coming upon us pretty quick – there is some reprieve in the air – not so many high heat index days and this is welcoming. Of all seasons, I do believe fall is my favorite and spring, of course, is second. Fall seems to ring in the seasons of sharing and caring with less concerns – the fiscal calendar ends – work is more routine and the days are softer.

Spring is joyous because of the newness of everything and it does naturally implore you toward accomplishments, which often conveys to work.

fall2But Fall has her efforts – winterizing the homestead – prepping for holiday activities – finalizing life prior to a New Year and the promises of a better future in the tomorrow(s) of change.

The little town of Carthage is undergoing spurts of change in preparations for winter and spring. A Bo Jangles was instituted and while not necessarily a sign of progress – it has instilled a need for the Hardees to tear down those walls and reface.

It is curious in an area of growth, why more sustainable planning isn’t enacted on the front end of development. It appears such a small community doesn’t see any infrastructure revitalization requirements because the infrastructure is nominal at best. Good people live in Carthage and they do deserve quality planning as the area grows because it is growing and it is going to do so on the terms of every proponent of change – whether good or bad, which doesn’t mean right or wrong.

0_OvalLogoThe juxtaposition of farms to future requires a delicate balance and while Bo Jangles isn’t a dangling modifier – it is an express statement of the “potential” of change making its demands rather than citizenry demanding change in a proactive manner to meet their needs. Certainly, the citizens of Carthage on limited budgets may be better served by enhanced mom and pop shops or eateries with more eye on quality than quantity and the potential for the psychology of dining over fast food consumption.

Until next time . . . “Q” signing out . . .