Ever the Royalist

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This was 1982.  I was crazy about anything written by Barbara Cartland - the Cinderella type heroines in their borrowed crinolines and dark beauty.  And I was obsessed about Princess Di - and quite frankly, who wasn't at the time? I read all the anecdotes about her in Reader' Digest - from her hat size to her jokes.  And when she had Prince William, it was like watching real life fairy tale - wayyyyy before - and much better-  the reality shows now.  Today that Prince has his own baby prince. And me? I am still a royalist. I love all that princely pomp and circumstance - the town crier and announcement on gilded easel - I love them all.

Hello Again. My Soul Stirs.

Oh, hello blog. It's been, what, a couple of months? I ran out of fume before I could even finish posting all our NYC photos - and that was in April! And summer came, and now almost over... Man, when laziness strikes, it really stuck! Well, I have been meaning to blog about this and that. But life- the mundane part of it which we all know is the majority of it, simply takes over. Sometimes, it is work, most times it is the fatigue and subsequent fugue that comes after my long commute. For about a month, it was my brief but passionate affair with Bikram yoga that drenched my body and soul with sweat, that all I could do was shower and sleep. And yes, there's sleep - at times elusive, sometimes sneaky, and lately, a slow coma that takes over the mind and then the body to the exclusion of all. But today, I finally found the energy and passion to write my thoughts down. It must be the 5 days of kicking my ass with Nike Training Club coupled with my half ass attempt to spurn starch.  At any rate, this is might as well, because ever since I took to paper to see my thoughts with my eyes, I have to do this once in a while to feel truly alive. My soul needs it. And my spirit, it honestly smiles when I write.  Ahhh, the stuff that rock our boat, I just wish it comes easy.