Ouray Yoga™

The last time I was in the Seattle area, I was considering my acceptance to the University of Puget Sound . I was a naïve girl with no real thoughts other than whether I would get into San Diego (USD) . Hmmm... Rain, clouds and short days over sun, sand and Tijuana? I really didn't properly appreciate my parents paying for a trip to WA State. I really had no intention of going to PSU but it was one of the first times I travelled completely independently, first time I rented a car and first time I had to get where I needed to go all on my own. Really it was quite a good experience for me, and for that, I suppose the opportunity and expense was not lost on me.  This opportunity to travel was the first time my daughter was going to a major synchronized swimming competition. I have travelled tons in the last 30 odd years since my young age of 18, with husband, without husband, with three kids in tow and without, but somehow I felt completely disoriented. Basically, I never felt I had...

An Original Crapper Bathtub Gin Anyone?  My take on Seattle as a city, I will admit I am not a city girl. Whenever I am in a city I feel a little bit of my soul is being sucked away. I don't like the condensed population, the incessant hum of activity, nor the fragrant mix of cigarette, exhaust and restaurant trash. Seattle, like all cities, has a homeless population, this population is allowed to congregate in the Pioneer Square area. I feel dirty seeing this destitution and it makes me sad. Nonetheless, city living seems so meaningless to me... Everyone working for someone else, needing a higher income because of the cost of living, food, clothing, keeping up with the cubicle next door. As far as cities go, Seattle is quite lovely, beautiful skyline, but I will take 14,000 ft overlooks over 500 ft concrete anyway.  Underground Tours : This is a must! We took the Bill Speidel Undergroud, there are other underground vendors, however, our tour company was the firs...

The Lotus petals drifted to the earth. Drifting however the wind currents decided to carry the aged, velvet blooms. The geisha was past her blossom, her bound feet mutilated beyond desire. Her barrier long broken, her youth long sapped away. Her protector long buried under The Wars rubble. Now she twisted the orphaned girls into the same torturous ancient art. Sculpted like child's clay. Modeled into perfect dolls. White skin, red lips, twisted hair. Shuffle, Shuffle, as if the tiny, mistreated feet could do anything more. Be the ideal beauty, a man will pay well for your maidenhood. Stir the miso, light the cigarette with delicate fingers, wipe the mouth with the pressure of a mouse. Pleasure the man so he will take care of you. And someday, you will be the matron, the sunset, the wisdom of the seasons. Winter song, fuzzy bud, cherry blossoms, fruit to bare, colored autumn, fallen leaf. Life of your choosing? The writing prompt: once a vibrant dish used to catch...