Change starts at the sink

Margaret Thatcher at the sink - October 1974




It all begins at the sink. Trust me on that.

Nobody can start anything new...change, or receive more if one is in the state of confusion, clutter and disorder. We have to let go of the unwanted and tidy up the place in order to have room for the new. As within, so without...and vice versa. Your surrounds affect how you feel and how you feel shows in yuor surrounds.

Yes, it is a mammoth task in most cases...where do we begin?

My own experience, and researching many other experiences...I can tell you confidently, that the beginning of all change starts at the sink!!! A clean sink multiplies its state to the rest of the house.

If you have a pristine sink, good for you...go there and start thinking while enjoying the washing up.

If you sink is in chaos and any thought of cleaning it demoralizes the living daylights out of you...then I will tell you the secret. It is easier than what you think.

Whether you have a dishwasher or not, I am sure you agree that sinks have a never ending appetite, to collect dirties...of all kind. Within hours of cleaning your sink, you find yourself in square one.

'Secret Society of Sinks' teach every sink the same weapon I gave you: A Little Bit At A Time.

Sinks gather dirties a little bit at a time...and you can deal with the sink with a similar worthy weapon: A LITTLE BIT AT A TIME.

Regular dealings (3 times a day would do...after all it will take only moments if done regularly - remember to dry the sink afterward each time), will win you the battle.

Every night, before going to bed...take a cloth and wipe around your sink (You can't wipe a sink that is not empty) - a beautiful clean sink, has a magical effect to cheer us up. Take this as an act of 'control'. A ceremony to cheer yourself as you have won the battle of the day. Don't allocate this act to one of the kids...this is YOUR victory. You must say good night to the sink.

Also, to really rub your control over the face of the sink, every other day, drop a few drops of baby oil on your stainless steel sink and then smear it all over the sink and taps with a cloth or tissues (Humming a tune and wiggling your bum while buffing is strongly recommended).
This makes your sink look like new. In time all telltale marks will disappear.... and finally...you are in a good place to start changing the rest of your life.

Sounds almost comical to say: Change starts from the sink.
Just try it for a week...and let me know if it doesn't give you that feeling of winning and control.

To Iran

Identity has never been an issue.

Since my farewell gaze across the mountains

from the airplane’s window

over two decades ago

I’ve never thought about my birthplace much.



The pen has always been too busy

with yellow lights at night

and ‘fitting in’.

And pronouncing as good as pen can.



What was the past

always seemed out of place, out of date.

I can't show you where my school was

I can't show you where my bike broke.





So what is my identity?

“Lost” is a good word!

“Gained” another good word.



Stipulations of belonging aside,

from thousands of miles away;

here I reverently hail

The Land of the Sun and Fire.



Rox - 2005

Call for ROBIN HOOD

If someone does something illegal, or wrong, one deserves to be punished for that wrong. But if the system then creates situations in which the person is twisted in more and more situations only to be extorted is wrong wrong wrong.

I have only certain amount of ££ per month. I have always exactly enough in the bank to pay my direct debits. Sometimes one bill comes out a couple of days early, sometimes a couple of days late...it is out of my hands.

When it comes out early, it leaves my account anything between £1 to £15 overdraft...this happens once in a while, not always. And the account goes back to credit within days.

During the last six years, I have been fined bank charges in excess of £3500.

I agree that if someone has gone beyond the agreed limit, they ought to pay a fine. Say a percentage of what they have gone overdraft. ONCE. But to charge them extortionate amounts on an ongoing basis is daylight rubbery.

The fact is...if someone couldn't manage £1 this months, it is obvious that they can't manage hundreds of pounds in the months to come!!!

And the beauty of it for my bank, Lloyds Bank...is that if I am overdraft £2 this month...they charge me anything up to £70 for it, which comes out of my account next month. Ensuring my incurring shortage of money again, and hence going overdraft again, though this time, charging me £120 in fines...and this circle continues until with some miracle I manage to find some extra money to feed the beast's hunger.

And few months later, the same thing starts again.

They will not give me a new arrangement, because obviously, my account has not been healthy.

So I went to a company called FRL, to claim the unfair charges back.

According to the law, when such a case is going on, and the bank is asked to send the required statements, there is a 60 day allowance for the banks to provide these documents.

My bank took SIX MONTHS!!!! And it was so convenient that they prolonged seeing to FRL's request in regards to my account as us receiving the documents coincided with the whole country's claims being taken to High Court...meaning we will have no results from our claims until 2011 earliest.

This is only my experience...God knows how many millions of people are extorted in this way around the world by the unfair banking system.

No point going to the Bank Manager...my bank manager should be titled: Mr. 'OUT OF MY HANDS'. I think he got the position because he manages to shrug so well. They claim that because they send a letter, telling me that I am about to be victim of extortion...it is legal!!! It is as if I send a letter to your house saying I am coming to burgle it...and when I do, you have no legal rights!

I have no interest in the banking world or clever twist of hands of how people handle credit cards. I dont even have a credit card, I have no debts. But this atrocity made me have to learn about how the banking system works. I studied its history and the unbelievable rules and laws and I am amazed at how they can get away with it!!!!

Throughout history, people who tried to change the banking system were conveniently put away...assassination of most prominent Presidents is an example. And nowadays when you talk to people and say....why are you putting up with this? They say: Well, that's the way it is!!!

Even if one tries not to use a bank to avoid this stupidity...one can't. Most bills MUST be paid by direct debit. Clever system, don't you think?

I feel comfortable to call the banking system an organized and blatant theft, who extorts money out of poor, their regulations is in desperate need of reviewing and the consequence of their rubberies is global and dire.

Now...wholeheartedly, I call for a modern Robin Hood.

it's SHOWTIME!!!

I might not blog for a few weeks as it is the last weeks before our opening night.

Wish us magic please!!!

To see pictures of rehearsals and other bits and bobs please see my website:
RoxanaRiazCreations
(Rehearsal pics are on my site's blog and please do leave a message in the guestbook if you go there xxx)

If anyone wants a copy of the press release, please let me know.
Tickets are on sale now.

Adept Easter Egg

A few years ago, the cast I had at that time, gave me a ceremony, in which they gave me a T-shirt and a badge, on them said: Psycho Bitch From Hell. They imitated me: 'I love you, but I am gonna kill you' (What director don't say these...I ask you?!?)

They said I have earned the mantle :::giggle:::

Since then the title stuck.

This is an Easter Egg given to me by one of my current cast members, Alex.

Gotto luv 'em!

The womb of man - Woman

Adam means Human

Eve means Life.

Some say I was made out of Adam’s left rib

Some blame me for the descent of man

From the etheric Kingdom

To the earthly soil.

I tempted...they say.

Those who accuse me of such

Also know

I brought their Messiah!

I am Hera, I am Demeter, I am Astara,

I am Khadijah, I am Fatima, I am Zahra,

I am Cleopatra.

I am Mary and Mother Theresa

I gave Birth to Abraham...I raised Moses

As I did their Pharaoh.

Man,

Believing he is God

Wrote an era

Called it: Woman’s Lib

And created me in his desired image.

Now I am what he likes to look at

Now I strive to be looked at by him.

I have to be the seed bearer, the bread bringer, and the drunken doll.

I look like any other...Pressure is on.

No more the Goddess... I am forgetting

My innate purpose

To tempt, to create, to raise...

....Messiahs.

I am de-powered

In the name of my liberty.

I am here to remind you, Man;

Smiling at the ‘once upon a time-ness’ myth of your left rib...

Every day

From my womb

I create you!

Zen

My darling boy was put to sleep today.

SPRING 2009

You will get silence from her.

Only silence.

Of course, it will be a colourful silence

with an elegant aroma within it.

If you ask her questions

about the suffering and decay

or about injustice and loss;

she wont go into a chatter

full of nonsense

like the rest of us

in our ignorance.

You have to speak her language

and WILL life and rejuvenation;

then she responds

by granting life back into your philosophy.

Else, spring knows nothing of decay.

My philosophy needs healing

What a week!

I have 2 cats...zen and Tao...brothers from the same litter had them since they were 5 days old,...now they are 11.

Zen has been poisoned by eating huge chunk of a Jasmine plant last November. Well it turns out his liver was badly damaged.

He now is very poorly with water around the lungs and breathing problems.

He is back from the vets...shaved in various arts (went in as a handsome regal cat, came out as a punk!). And he is alive (they said he might have to be put down this week).

Tao and I grateful that he is alive but so sad to see him in this weak state.

This spring has been gracious to give my boy back...but god...its so hard to watch him struggling for breath. Please send him healing as liver CAN rejuvenate.

{{{{{Zen}}}}}