I’m still staying off my soapbox, but being a Manhattan- ess, I’m rather obsessive about washing my hands. These soap rocks are a perfect replacement and quite grounding. The organic shapes are calming as are the colors, influenced by stones such as amethyst, aquamarine, turquoise, and fire opal. What’s not to love about that?
Not to mention…
Should drama come [...]
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I’m staying off my soap box and washing my hands of all the drama. It’s entirely too messy.
Relief flooding over me as I soak in the here and now, exposing my eyes to a vibrant horizon.
It’s purely grounding.
What a waste it would be to discard my soapbox, though. Now empty, it makes the perfect little [...]
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M.O.
Modus Opperandi (that’s the Latin)
Mode of Operation (in plain English)
It’s not a crime.
But it is a Strange Invitation.
And my answer is N.O.
NO.
While grounded in N.Y., my mind is in the clouds thinking of a home far away. Yet, a home always tucked in a place near and dear to my heart.
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Take this kiss upon the brow
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream [...]
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It was such a nice surprise to come across a Pottery Barn gift card tucked away in the lining of one of my bags. I had thought it was stolen along with some other valu bles a few months back. Anyhow, I wandered somewhat aimlessly around the store last week. Nothing particularly interesting caught my eye, the [...]
Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle was a perfect travel companion on my flight home from Texas.
And…
“If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.” (-KV)
“THESE ARE NOT Bokonon’’s words. They are mine.
Sweet wraith,
Invisible mist of
I am-
My soul-
Wraith lovesick o’erlong,
O’erlong alone:
Wouldst another sweet soul meet?
Long have I
Advised the ill
As to where two souls
Might tryst.
My soles, [...]