Diva Ranting: The Grinch all year….

The Grinch all year….

In a recent conversation, my friend mentioned how the school systems have recognized the need to teach kindness to the kids. Over the years, it’s been forgotten and kids are not as kind. They make fun of others. Tear down. Have exclusive clubs. Also, they show no discernible manners whatsoever.

Kindness and manners is not something that they already know? Both should be taught at home, at a very early age. I realized…They know what it means but fall woefully short at showing it. Generations now grown up watching intolerance, acts of terrorism and exclusionary behaviors all around them. They’ve seen apathy let it all happen, but do not realize that as a problem. But what about civil behavior, kindness, and good manners…have they seen it taught and enforced as a positive human behavior? Do they even recognize it as crucial to a stable society? Or, do they even care?

Are they being taught that words DO HURT! Is the family atmosphere one where they see the art of uplifting and manners part of their lives? Are some of the basics being modeled, such as:

  • Do our words uplift…or tear down others?

  • Do we gossip, complain, whine, and moan…or do we smile and give thanks for the days graces?

  • Do we spread joy during holiday seasons…or blush with irritation as we wait in the crowds?

  • Have we forgotten the meaning of respect to those in public service? Our teachers, policemen, firemen, nurses, pastors and others who give unselfishly for our safety.

  • Do we put others in front of ourselves…or do we act like spoiled brats on a bad TV series?

  • Do we have a me-first attitude? OR do we live like the bumper sticker of yesteryear? WWJD

What Would Jesus Do?”

When was the last time you asked yourself or your children a question like that? As adults of the upcoming generations, we have a keen responsibility. It is up to us to instill an attitude of gratefulness and stop passing the buck around. If we want a better world where manners and kindness abound, then we need to look within our own family structures. Don’t throw it off on teachers and churches to do our jobs. If we asked 5 of your neighbors would they say you are a kind, loving and generous family? Or plead the 5th in fear of retaliation? We all need to do some digging and put out the energy and efforts necessary to contribute to a better world.

Namaste, The Queen Cronista

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Diva Ranting: 2019 MURDER MYSTERY

Well, Divas its time to write and produce our fund raising gala for the school again this year.  You can find postings on Facebook at Judith Bisceglia Suhr our director/writer. I so wish our readers from around the globe could join us this year.  

A MURDER AT MAGNOLIA MANOR

2019 MURDER MYSTERY Story and Set up

This is a panoramic tale of the Old Southern gentry. It is set in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains. A tale of family rivalries, feuds, eccentric gentry and enough skeletons in the closets to fill a graveyard. The county is rife with corrupt local establishment.

Our setting is a Glorious Southern Mansion of old money and many generations of intrigue and secrets. Tonight you are all here at the special invitation of the current resident and heir to Magnolia Manor; Margaret Trevillion. The original home was built in 1810 and remains as a beautiful guest house on the property. This current mansion was built in what is now known as, the Antebellum Period, as Kentucky’s Gilded age 1870 to 1900. This current mansion was started in 1870 and completed 5 years later. The Trevillions made their fortune by amassing large quantities of land from people moving west and ill gotten gain from many black market type business during the war itself. They’ve also held the most successful stables of thoroughbred race horses since the early 1900’s, as well.

It is rumored both mansions are complete with hidden passages and escape routes for the underground railroad, as well as a giant fortune in gold, silver and jewels lost in on the property in the aftershock of the great New Madrid Earthquakes of 1811 and 1812.

(History would indicate that the treasure is lost in or around the original house.)

Senator Bud Wesson has been a controlling political force in his district for thirty years. He is a powerful, ruthless and corrupt politician. The Wesson fortune is new money and from as many ill gotten gains as one can imagine. He amassed his fortune in the early years with illegal business practices and in recent years from illegal pay offs to his political champagne and improperly obtained government contracts. His wife is from old money and the only redeeming quality in the family’s tree. Their two children follow closely in Bud’s footsteps. No reprobate behavior is beneath either Becky Sue or Bo. Bo has been trying to find and acquire the famous Trevillion treasure, allegedly hidden on the property for decades. He opines that the night of the ball will be his chance to search the property unchecked by security who will be focused on the Mardi Gras Gala.

The Trevillion family is well liked, well respected, and their philanthropy to their community is unprecedented. The Senator’s family hates them. The only time the Wesson’s are invited to one of Miss Trevillion’s famous galas is when local politics requires and because Mrs. Wesson (by her husbands position) is a prominent member of the community. The upcoming gala is always one of the most sought after invitations in the country. From Washington D.C. to San Francisco and across the globe the social elite and dignitaries from all over the world are invited to this exclusive dress ball.

We begin our journey through the Mystery of Magnolia Manor with Bo Wesson and his thugs are up to their usual no good. Listen carefully, be observant, clues are all around. We invite you to enjoy the gala with the Trevillion family and our other guests. Enjoy the ball.

Diva Ranting: Your Truth…

Your Truth…

A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is still putting on its shoes.” Mark Twain

Wikiquotes states: Truth is a term used to indicate various forms of accord with fact or reality, or fidelity to an original or to a standard or ideal. The opposite of truth is falsehood, which, correspondingly, can also take on logicalfactual, or ethical meanings. Language and words are a means by which humans convey information to one another in semiotic associations, and the method used to recognize a truth is termed a criterion of truth. There are differing claims as to what constitutes truth, what things are truth bearers capable of being true or false, how to define and identify truth, the roles that revealed and acquired knowledge play, and whether truth is subjective or objective, relative or absolute.

The Cronista says enough of this crap! Truth is truth and cannot be bastardized by those who want things to work for their personal gain. Truth is Truth and withstands the tests of time. To you young ones….Never, Never, Never let anyone change your TRUTH! You were placed in this world to do wonderful things and your personal truth is part of the gifts you were meant to give the world. Don’t let us down. Namaste, The Queen Cronista.

Diva Ranting: Disposable Family/Siblings

Disposable Siblings

It’s a universal law that we can pick on our siblings ceaselessly. And years later we still put guilt trips on them about the injustices they inflicted on us in our formative years. For some of us it takes years of therapy to overcome these injustices. Usually we all grow up and laugh at it all later. However, for those of who have a sadistic, social climbing wanna be, or a mean spirited snob for a relative they likely never leave it behind. They are embarrassed of their families and rarely if ever communicate with them. I have grown friends in their fifties and sixties who still lament these so called relatives in their lives. They still feel the hurt of the vicious behavior that has never stopped.

The Universe did not intend for us to carry the baggage of that kind of behavior from anyone in our lives. Learn to let go. Being related by blood does not mean you have to have anything to do with anyone who does not respect you for the wonderful person you’ve become. Thinking about them only intrudes on a life that is meant to be enjoyed. Don’t keep pouring salt on the wound. Ignoring bad people works and hurts no one. Some siblings in particular are evil incarnate. They are more worried about labels and social climbing than they are family or even people in general. Do not feel bad about shutting them out of your life. You need to make room to enjoy the wonder the Universe has put all around us.

I believe the best revenge is done by having a life fulfilled in spite of anyone who would have us do differently. Blocking the bad from your life lets you heal and allows you to focus on the things and people who truly matter.                          Namaste, The Queen Cronista  

Diva Ranting: The Land of the Invisible…

The Land of the Invisible… Really?

When I was a young person struggling in the world of fashion design, I use to visit the hippie head shops of Atlanta to get my designs on display and do window display for what we called the “head shops and boutiques”. I met some of the most fascinating older women. Beautiful silver haired divas with flowing garments and lilting voices. They were so strong and confident. I use to think…”I want to be an old hippie like them.” They offered so much wisdom on my quests at that time.

We all need to find mentors who are leaps and bounds ahead of us in the wisdom department. They are all around, but often missed because we so often do not recognize antiques as treasures. Life is much less domineering if we don’t have to find our path alone. If we are making our own maps through the Universe, it can be both a rocky and exciting trip, but help is better.

Older women get more confident but often become invisible at age 40 in our Western culture. So many of us see it as a relief, actually. No more pressure to look like something we are not. We become non-existent and in that is some form of freedom. However, I’ve always said I’d like to be a grandmother like Tina Turner in the song “Proud Mary” ….”I never do anything nice and easy!” The Proud Mary keeps on turning…” I welcomed my wrinkles as a badge of courage and fortitude. I honor aging gracefully and invisibility is not always a bad thing. You get to see more when you are invisible. Don’t get me wrong. The old hippie in me can still take over a room and have a party or anarchy going in ten minutes, if I choose.

However, with age should come wisdom and I honor my life’s journey and where it has brought me. I have forty-two years of corporate savvy under my belt and fourteen years of fashion design and retailing. Years of free coaching skills to offer and only the most astute students and young entrepreneurs ask for my help. I have one former student that wants me to open his law office when he graduates from Law School and run his campaign for governor when I’m eighty. I asked him if he realized how mean I’d likely be by then. He said… “I know that’s why I need you.” I will not go gently into obscurity. I plan to dance like no one is watching until I cannot dance anymore.

I say all that to tell you this. I can think of a number of other wise women who are also carrying on, on their own ground. I, you, we need to find them, and feel inspired by them. It is the wisdom of the grandmothers in our society that made our cultures strong and upstanding; as much as any warrior or leader. Homo-Sapient evolved to have older formidable women. Ever ask why we have women who survive long after their fertile years? An experienced kick-ass, older woman can improve the genetic odds for her kinship by quite a margin. We will not be invisible.

Let’s find the grandmothers and divas who spark our society behind the scenes. Let’s use their wisdom to our advantage. We, the grandmothers, do not give a rat’s ass about social convention. We live on our own terms and are willing to share with others our wisdom of the ages. Think us invisible at your own peril.                  Namaste, The Queen Cronista.

Diva Ranting: CRAP

Toxic Family 2…

CRAP

Crazy

Rude

Allboutme

Parvenu

I’ve been on a bit of a rant lately because so many of my friends, young and old, are dealing with family who do not serve the greatest good of anyone in their lives. I don’t know if its because the wannabe’s of the world are getting worse or I’m just hearing and noticing it more.

A child who hasn’t spoken to family for 30 years because they are embarrassed of them and where they come from, or a family member who only associates with family that has a decent Dunn and Bradstreet rating, all equally at fault in narcissistic, passive aggressive behavior patterns. Friend or Family is not a title one just has, it has to be earned.

I’m a big fan of keeping “crap” out of my auric field. If we continue to let these people in there is little hope for our happiness. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a firm believer in forgiveness. However, that does not come along with allowing the toxic people back into your life to continually pollute our happiness. Toxic is still toxic no matter how much of the air freshener of forgiveness we spray on it. We have to drain the pond and refill, only with fresh water. Also, we don’t let the family members who drink the cool aid of guilt, try to convince us otherwise. Let them swim in the cesspool of toxicity all they want. We also limit contact with them as much as possible, so we don’t have to relive the hurt through others continued pain and suffering.

Believe me, it’s OK to live a guilt free and joyful life without the “crap”. Being beaten down by pedantic, self centered people is Not what the Universe wants us to do. This article is about “Crap”. So in the time we took to read it we most probably let some memories of crap resurface in our hard drive. It’s like a virus. However, we can get rid of a virus. Do it now! and don’t let it reinfect your system. Its all about choices …and we we get to choose. Here is to a clean hard drive and no viruses, Divas. Namaste, The Queen Cronista

Diva Ranting: Toxic Family…

Toxic Family…

It’s a universal law that we can pick on our siblings ceaselessly. And years later we still put guilt trips on them about the injustices they inflicted on us in our formative years. For some of us it takes years of therapy to overcome these injustices. Usually we all grow up and laugh at it all later. However, for those of who have a sadistic, social climbing wanna be, or a mean spirited snob for a relative they likely never leave it behind. They are embarrassed of their families and rarely if ever communicate with them. I have grown friends in their fifties and sixties who still lament these so called relatives in their lives. They still feel the hurt of the vicious behavior that has never stopped.

The Universe did not intend for us to carry the baggage of that kind of behavior from anyone in our lives. Learn to let go. Being related by blood does not mean you have to have anything to do with anyone who does not respect you for the wonderful person you’ve become. Thinking about them only intrudes on a life that is meant to be enjoyed. Don’t keep pouring salt on the wound. Ignoring bad people works and hurts no one.

Some siblings in particular are evil incarnate. They are more worried about labels and social climbing than they are family or even people in general. Do not feel bad about shutting them out of your life. You need to make room to enjoy the wonder the Universe has put all around us.

I believe the best revenge is done by having a life fulfilled in spite of anyone who would have us do differently. Blocking the bad from your life lets you heal and allows you to focus on the things and people who truly matter to you.                              Namaste, The Queen Cronista