Epilogue: A Ray of Sunshine🌦

June 5, 2019

Some super cool bloggers nominated me for Sunshine awards. It’s an honor. Thank you. I’ve enjoyed getting to you know you all more as we’ve shared our posts and thoughts and laughs. Hmmm…writing an acceptance speech is different….not something I’m used to…and I’ve been rather teary-eyed lately. (O menopause take me, I’m waiting!)

Teary in a good way. After the pain, the relief. And what a relief!

Why did I start blogging?

Well, it was clear to me back-up singer for Motley Crue wasn’t going to happen. (Although that is still a fantasy). There was a splinter in my thumb that needed to come out…and the caterpillar compelled me. Ok, ok…I started blogging because I was a total mess and needed a place to put my life in order; to give purpose to the suffering I experienced growing up, and make it art. Art needs sharing lest it becomes stagnant.

Thanks to all the WordPress team for making this platform available! Besides a few minor annoyances—it’s super cool and you all do a great job!

How do I want to be remembered when I die?

“A ray of sunshine”

On a dark and stormy day;

After the storms pass. Thanks for this, Rachel!

But more likely I will be remembered as the one who didn’t follow rules so well…

Three books that every man should read?

The Art of Seduction by Robert Green

Dante’s Divine Comedy

The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman

What is your favorite color?

My favorite color is multi—goes with everything.

This is where it gets interesting. This is a list of awesome bloggers in no particular order who have either nominated me—or I would like to nominate. There is over lap. And I know I’ve forgotten some–sorry it’s not intentional–please add your name to the list! Check them out—each has something unique to offer. And if you would like to participate–I ask you the same questions.

https://barbariangentlemen.wordpress.com/2019/05/11/sunshine-blogger-award-nomination/

https://abkstories.com/2019/06/04/on-rejection-tuesday-thoughts/

http://stevescountry.com/2019/06/05/time-for-a-poem/

https://lancesheridan.com/

http://positivesideofcoin.com/2019/05/28/the-gift-from-universe/

https://themythofprometheus.wordpress.com/2019/06/05/on-happiness-harmony-and-joy/

https://inmindandout.home.blog/2019/06/03/a-gaze-he-had-to-meet/

https://bigskybuckeye.com/2019/05/31/grandpas-doughnuts/

https://sapphire-sky-com.home.blog/2019/06/03/depicting-daylight/

https://huguetteantoun.com/

http://hearttokens.home.blog/2019/06/02/we-are-saved-by-a-stumbling-savior/

http://shadowsofrinum.com/2019/06/06/political-games/

https://happinessbetweentails.com/

https://charlotteannrobinson.com/

https://poetryfromtheinkwell.wordpress.com/

http://indianeskitchen.com/2019/06/05/no-knead-garlic-knots/

https://orkidedatter.wordpress.com/2019/06/05/wrecked-soul/

http://motivation-environment.com/2019/06/05/the-greatest-unannounced-discovery-the-indescribable-life-force-that-empowers-everything-seen-unseen/

http://barbaraglake.com/2019/06/02/hurricane-reblogged/

http://whatwordsmaycome.com/2019/06/05/beauty-a-haiku/

https://ogaziestheory.wordpress.com/2019/06/05/6-ways-you-can-look-fresh-without-make-up/

http://porngirl.blog/2019/06/04/heart-intelligence-spiritual-iq/

https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/2019/06/02/poem-hope

http://nour7.home.blog/2019/05/29/i-am-ageless-i-am-sly/

http://violetslentz.home.blog/2019/05/31/not-my-god/

https://leoladurant.com/2019/06/04/why-i-felt-truly-blessed-this-spring/

https://easydiet.blog/

http://blokenenglish.ca/2019/06/03/embrace-your-chaos/

Well folks, summer break is here and I’m ready to dive into Dante. Take care and be well! See you soon…

With love and gratitude,

NZain 🙂

The Dying of NZain Robotewske🥳

June 5, 2019

This was written during a time of physical pain a week or so ago. Sometimes words feel to me like splinters that need to come out.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this journey as much as I have! Thank you everyone for all the supportive and kind words expressed here. My faith in humanity is restored.

Beauty in the shadows.

Dedicated to Nour Lee 😊 https://nour7.home.blog/2019/05/25/short-poem-1/

May 25, 2019

We want to write

Perfect scripts, but life

just doesn’t work that way.

Life IS ALL a play!

Life is hard

And callous.

And wonderful…

Tell me, why do you follow me? What do you want?

My thoughts and ideas?

My kinship?

Another follower?

If I like you will you like me just the same?

What are you looking for?

Your next victim?

Enough beating-off

Around the bush!

Just who do you think you are?

“It is not for thee (O Prophet) to make people follow the right path, since it is God (alone) who guides whom he wills.” —The Message of the Qur’ān 2:272*

I may not know much about a lot of things—but of this I will say:

I know truth when I see it.

And I get—it’s threatening.

But only to some people.

So, tell me again what is it you seek?

If it’s a new pair of sneakers—I can’t help you. If, however, you are in need of cheer and a reminder that perfection is a constant; you are in good company. This is why I am here. Not to fight or compete or in any way tell you what you should do. Only to say, “Do it well. Whatever you do.”

It makes no difference to me who you are.

Hindu

Christian

Muslim

Jew

White sheep

Black sheep

You are

All

Equal to me and please don’t take this personally or

Become offended if

I quietly choose

Not

To follow you.

Some paths are meant for others and some are just dead ends.

The goal is up ahead and

Time is ticking…

Take heart weary-travelers and be of good cheer—we are not alone.

This is the beginning of Happiness Ever After.

Please join me, (at your will) as we, navigate together through sad stormy seas and cool caring comfort. Whew—that’s a mouthful!

With God as our Captain, his prophets as our guiding lights: my name is Nina Zain and I will be your navigatress on this ship. (So probably not a bad idea to make sure you have your life-jacket. Cause you know, just in case.)

We are all in this soup together. What flavor will you add?

луковый купол

I do hope you will come along with me for the next adventure. Stay tuned! I’ll be busy working and experimenting–but I will be back…

With love, gratitude and prayers,

Nina Zain 🙂

*The Message of The Qur’ān. ‘Trans.’ Muhammad Asad. Melksham, Wiltshire by the Grace of God, Redwood Press Limited, 1984 ©️ Pola Hamida Asad, 1980, 1984.

Unanswered Prayers 🙏🏻: Reflections of Social Media

May 29, 2019

Unanswered Prayers: Reflections of Social Media

©️ NZain 🙂 Robotewske

Traffic. Was. Terrible.

By the time my carriage arrived at The Ball

Cocktails had been served

And all “The Besties” taken.

I watched as

Girls in taffeta, jockeyed

One another

For advantage—

One chance.

One prize.

But the Prince, already obviously quite intoxicated

With a certain seductress—so

Not this time. Not this year.

Ahh—not all was lost…

Me and four other late-to-the-ball-comers gathered together outside; in a manicured

garden, around an old

stone fountain—under a smiling

moon.

(I wish I could write the fragrance of every flower so you, dear reader, could understand-you will just have to take my word–it was a perfect evening.)

We each

In turn

Told one another our

Dreams and

Aspiration. Our

Fears and Hopes.

Our

Sorrows…

And after a while-

“Hey my feet hurt!”

“Mine too!”

And looking down-

Raising our skirts

Realizing each wore a pair of dainty glass slippers—entirely too small—we laughed.

Happily

We each

In turn—flung those shoes-of-illusion

Into the old stone fountain—thanking our fairy-godmothers

For unanswered prayers.

They were quietly and inconspicuously watching

From inside a near by gardenia bush–smiling to one another.

And just at that moment

At the eleventh hour

Several young butlers

(Might I add also quite charming in their tuxedos)

Appeared as if destiny–

On a low balcony

Upon hearing our giggles.

Our naked feet now quite green

Stained with pure joy and chlorophyll

They asked:

“Would any of you ladies care to dance with a few gentlemen?”

And they kicking off their shoes and rolling up their pant-legs

Joined us on the old manicured lawn, around the old stone fountain, under that old smiling moon…

How to describe the feeling-dancing barefoot in the soft grass? A thousand and eight words would bore you to tears and still not be enough to explain.

You simply must experience it for yourself.

But please. Just take my word. It was a perfect evening.

The solidarity of sisterhood was born on that evening. Five strong.

And as for the Prince?

Well, after the intoxicants climaxed to a crescendo of caterwauling and taffeta tearing—

We could only imagine what happened next. For we were each in turn all safely back home in our beds fast asleep before the clock struck midnight.

But we sure heard about it the next day.