Monday, December 22, 2008

the coast

Though the day began with clouds covering the sun, our visit to the beach was indeed a fine one.

And, while we may never traverse that particular beach again, any time soon, we'll not soon forget the sweetness of the air, nor shall the memory of soft waves leave us.

A lovely holiday it was...

Saturday, December 20, 2008

strange night

An odd air is about.

It is time for a road trip, for certain.

Seven hours southeast might do the trick.

A lovely drive it should be...

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

reminiscing: the nutcracker ballet

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Tonight, I happened across the annual PBS showing of The Nutcracker. I found myself mesmerized by the dancers' fluid motions. And though I've seen The Nutcracker performed many times over the years, I could not help but watch the entire thing.

I suppose I'm remembering a time when I'd taken a serious interest in learning ballet. Something about seeing prima ballerina, Gelsey Kirkland, and Mikhail Baryshnikov, in the 1977 version of the ballet, inspired a desire to learn how to float and fly.

Pure magic, those two.

Thank you briciolakatia for sharing this vid.

To be sure, of the best ever!

Thank you BruninhaEB for sharing this vid.

Chan Clan 2008

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For those abroad we hope to see one day soon, here, a slideshow of random images, Fall 2008.

Monday, December 15, 2008


We happened upon an interesting spot whilst traipsing through a wooded area.

Clearly, there was a purpose for this spot. Thus, upon our centering on it, we immediately assumed meditative positions. It seemed the thing to do, as this place was surely meant to help one focus.

How unexpected it was, to stumble upon such an interesting and lovely find. We enjoyed it curiously, until the light began to fade. It was not but then did we notice the sign...

To be sure, we will meet this spot again.

Monday, December 08, 2008


In the near future, this SpiritSuds blogspot will hopefully get a new address, (provided such things as DNS settings go as they should).
So, if all this stuff disappears for a bit, it'll be back.
More soon~~

Update: Due to my lack of patience, this'll just be a blogspot until
further notice.

Thursday, December 04, 2008


When I first met my husband, I told him straight away of my distaste for surface conversation. The kind where the only item of interest might involve a quick forecast of wind direction and air temperature, with a poke of a wet finger toward the sky.

I got lucky. He is no scratch-the-surface kinda guy. Though our meaningful chats can sometimes get a bit raucous, they are by no means boring.

And here, whilst perusing my blog in search of a direction, I've found little more than a damp finger jabbed to the sky in search of a breeze.

I've censored myself considerably. Unintentional. Yet true.

What began as a place to scrape off the goo from the soul, has evolved into just another kind of gum to get stuck in. How did that happen?

Some might say I'm a nice person. Too nice to think diabolical thoughts. Not true, I say. I think them, but I feel ridiculously guilty afterwards! Well, except for my going vigilante fantasy. Guilt-free on that one.

Maybe, I'm just tired. Staying up too late, doing laundry. The mundane. Inspiration is elusive.


For now, at least, "the way is shut".

Wednesday, December 03, 2008


Recently, I'd read remarks someone made about a dream they'd had concerning energy and colors. That people and things were energy of different hues.

I don't remember the source of the piece, though I was struck by the topic since I'd had similar thoughts about such a thing.

I've often imagined what it might be like were we to shed our shells and become the light that our souls must surely be. Perhaps we would be different colors, shimmery glowing things free to fly about the universe.

What might such a limitless dance feel like?

Maybe there is no feeling at all being not but a ball of energy. So then, could it be we are here as visitors to experience this life we know, in these fragile shells. . .

It seems we are all children stumbling through this existence, making our mistakes and learning, hopefully, to improve through the generations to an unknown end.

Ah well. . . As my dad might have once said, "It doesn't matter."

After all, what good does it do to ponder such things?

I'm not sure, but to suppose he might now be sailing across the galaxies in the purest of joy makes my heart feel light.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008


I'd never imagine ten years ago this is what 38 would look like. Or that so much chaos could happen between 0 and 38.

Already, I have decided to just call it 40. Why not?

Five years from now, I'll still be 40. :o)

But I don't mind the silver streaking through my hair. I find it interesting and full of character. I'll forever be 40 with strands of white twisting around a wizened face.

I'm not fond of birthday celebrations like most. No parties, no cakes, no big surprises necessary. Let the day fade into night.

A road trip, under a sky full of stars, is all I need. That, our little entourage, a touch of music, and my camera, of course.

Thank you, Husband, for letting me borrow this pic... :oD

riding shotgun...etcetera

So we went to my home state of Oklahoma for the Thanksgiving holiday.

I'm not big on the holidays, for some reason. When they are finally over, there is a long emotional recovery.

Perhaps, I've been away from home for too long...
among other things...