Nothing like love…

Sun.22.Dec.24.

Hellooo. I hope life’s been treating you kindly, showering you with love.

“Maaan, no rest for the wicked,” I joked to my mother last week.

“Why you say so?” she asked.

“Stchuuusps! Look at all de troubles…”

Troubles had been digging up this path I’m trekking upon, making me see ning-ning…causing me frustration and all the ations that go with how you feel when troubles harass you.

Anyway, see me here now, shaking my tail like a happy dawg, ready to trips out…traipse out and about. What’s given me my get-up-and-go? The gifts and the help, advice and words of comfort I’ve received these past few months. Nothing like love to feed the spirits mo’ gung-ho!

How about you, my dear, have you ever received a gift, been told a kind word, that’s helped you? Have you ever given that type of gift?

These musings take me back to a day in…hmmm…mid-2000s, a day I’ve stored in my first Guyana book. Here it is…one word of warning…it’s laced with Creolese, it might make you feel a bit bazodee, a little crazy:

Do the best we can, aaaahhh boy! I got to sit quiet-quiet and contemplate me wicked ways, figure out how to be better…

…I lookin’, I lookin’, I seein’ the world spinning towards the day when the majority stops everything to eat, drink and be merry, plenty people celebrating, some celebating, some calibrating, some contemplating.

(You can read more about that day here: Mary’s boy child.)

Enough of my mumbling, I’m going to poke about in the garden, talk to the plants, hum a tune or two. Maybe they will show me how to do better but, honestly, between you and me? I don’t trust them. They might try to convince me that not eating the veggies and herbs is a good deed, indeed.

Whatever you do, m’dear, don’t let the ning-ning in, fight it! It bad for days, it gon ride you’ dreams like highway robber and teef you’ sleep. Steal your sleep, yes, pack it in a sack and gallop away. So fight it, and kick all you’ troubles into de rubble. Take good care of you, eat nice food, dance up li’l bit.

See you next year, right here. Plenty luuuuv, neena.