Floating Aimlessly In The Aether

I have had nothing to say lately. I suppose it doesn’t matter much, though, anyway.

I simultaneously love and hate the Internet. Such a good tool in the quest for knowledge, although sometimes you read and see things you can’t un-read or un-see. *shudder* I hate feeling disquieted. And it makes me feel like shutting it off forever, and wishing it had never existed. But then, on the other hand, I will sometimes see or read something inspiring, or that motivates me, enlightens me, or gets me just to thinking. And that can be good.

There are also the marketing aspects of it. I simultaneously love and hate those too. Good for visibility to a massive audience of prospective customers, but I hate the time-eating aspect of having to promote constantly, or get lost in the immense sea of competition. And it is amazingly immense….dauntingly so, sometimes. I start to feel a little stressed by that, and overwhelmed, and my confidence slides sometimes to the point I want to quit trying, and just make stuff for myself. So I do….for a little while. Put the shop on vacation. Make myself something nice and pretty, and personalized. Then start wondering if it would sell, and then make two, and start all over again on that roller coaster of having to be on the time-suck Internet for hours on end promoting it. Then start resenting the time-eating monster all over again.

Whilst on the Internet doing business stuff….side distractions invariably happen, like this blog, yeah, and a few other sites I daily hang out at, and pretty soon…BAM. Where did those 3 hours go I can now never get back? And pretty soon all those hours add up, and BAM…where did that year of accumulated time spent on my a$$ not doing anything productive go? ugh. It makes me feel sad, crappy, regretful, and useless, and still, I will sit here in front of the box, and think about all I should be doing other than being sucked into the vortex. And then I write about it, apparently, also, instead of just being reactive to the thoughts. And then I hate it all over again, but still can’t stay away. Because I need it for business reasons, and feeling of isolation reasons, urge to write and expression reasons, and thirst for knowledge and inspiration reasons.

Still, it always has a somewhat underlying sinister feel to it. I get a sort of deeply felt instinctual feeling, that this “spider’s web”(perfect name for it…’web’…since it is a sort of trap), is ultimately vampiric in nature. Sucking the life force out of humanity. A vulnerability inducing feeling to it. A feeling of disconnect to the actual real world. Especially when I see people who can’t leave their phones alone. Ever. Stuck to the screen, even when they are face to face with others, or on vacation in a beautiful place. At least I am not that far gone. But when I see that kind of thing, I long to shut it off completely, and I wonder why I am even here writing this babble. For what? To resonate, to connect?…which just makes the disconnect feeling ironic and paradoxical. Maybe I am just getting old. Maybe because my generation still remembers what it was like to only be able to connect with the physical presence of people and places…. limited, yeah, probably, by most people’s thoughts about it today…but also more like feeling grounded in reality, rather than a feeling of floating off into the eternity of the aether, and losing sight of the ground….

*sigh* I think I’ll go make some art now.



A Vision of Optimism

I am a huge Star Trek fan. Always have been. I have watched it ever since I can remember. It always sparked my imagination, then, and still does now. I believe that, even though when I was a kid it was merely entertainment to me, it helped to shape the person I am today…for I agree with it’s vision with every fiber of my being.

The thing with Star Trek is it’s vision of optimism. An ideal future full of hope, tolerance, non-greed, cooperation, and compassion…. with an eternal quest for knowledge and making things better. There is a philosophy in it, that non-fans, and people who scoff that it is just a silly TV show, just don’t see… and really….miss out on.

“The whole show was an attempt to say that humanity will reach maturity and wisdom on the day that it begins not just to tolerate, but to take a special delight in differences in ideas and differences in life forms. We tried to say that the worst possible thing that can happen to all of us is for the future to somehow press us into a common mould, where we begin to act and talk and look and think alike. If we cannot learn to actually enjoy those small differences, take a positive delight in those small differences between our own kind, here on this planet, then we do not deserve to go out into space and meet the diversity that is almost certainly out there. And I think that this is what people responded to.” ~ Gene Roddenberry



“Live Long and Prosper” 🙂




Tea Please

Ah, tea…it is an ancient magical potion filled with powers able to soothe, to relax, to rejuvenate…

Ancient Beauty Tea

Ancient Beauty Tea

The morning starter drink(unless you like coffee, bleh! lol) that settles the mind for the day ahead. The midday need-a-break drink, and the nighttime stress reliever….

It is comfort in a cup, a warm niceness, an anxiety soother, and a companion to a good book….

Such variety, such perfection, in tiny leaves of wonderfulness. It can be robust, it can be subtle…. strong, or light….good hot, or ice cold. Lukewarm even….

Black, green, white, red and herbal…. to help colds, to help nerves, to give clarity, to wake up the taste buds while relaxing the mind. Health benefits abound….

Romero Britto Teapot

Romero Britto Teapot

Teapots are fun. Colorful, imaginative, or both….

No dainty tea cup for me though….I like mine in a big sturdy cup, so I can wrap my hands around it, and soak up the warmth. Sip, sip, sip….pinky down. 😀

Captain Picard mug

Captain Picard mug


Sunday Musings on Time Travel

I just started reading Outlander 7, “An Echo in the Bone”. I settle in for Outlander with an intent of comfortable escapism to unwind from my week, as I do for most of my Sundays these days…in my big recliner with a huge cup of tea, and my dog sleeping next to me. I CRAVE being “inside” those books, actually. So hard to put down and be away from. I take my Kindle everywhere…


By book 7, the characters feel like family. I know that sounds a little wacky, but it is true. I am a bit wacky, so for me, it is normal. 😛  It is like I stepped through the stones myself in a way. I feel like I am right there watching everything, but like Samantha does on ‘Bewitched’, when she wants to observe without being seen. Just sitting above what is going on, completely invisible. So, anyway… I got to thinking about time travel, like I often do, and wondering….

If you were to go back into time 200 years…and even though you could return back to the present time…decided to stay in the past time and live out your life(without interfering with things such as meeting any ancestors, etc.)…And if it was totally separate from anything that could complicate your being born in the future (assuming that your just being there didn’t alter the space time continuum in the process)…. would you still be born into your future time? Having essentially lived nearly a whole life 200 years earlier? Would you be born “yourself” and grow up to be the person you were past the point where you stepped through the time portal? Or would you repeat that, as though it was destiny…over and over again? Only live in your present time until you went back? Living each separate life over and over? Or different yet…if you lived in your present life until you stepped back into time, would the past life be the same over and over, or would you know things to thus alter it, after having already experienced it already?

Chew on a licorice stick, and muse on that mind bender for a while! 😉 hahahaha!

A documentary on the subject of time travel…not related to the book…but fascinating….always, infinitely, to the end of time and space… fascinating. 🙂

Love it. Love it. Love it.


Just Sitting Here Chewing On a Stick

Ok…it is technically a root, but it looks like a stick. It is a licorice root, and they are a kind of tasty, if weird, thing to chew on. Here is a brief article I found about them…


I just felt somewhat odd sitting here, reading, and chewing on a stick, so, of course, I HAVE to write about it! ‘Tis one of my many fascinating experiences, after all! 😛 I am not eating it for any of the aforementioned(in the article) benefits, but just because hubby happened to buy some, and they were there, looking all intriguing, and such. If they help the inflammation I usually have in my stupid old knee joint, then WONDERFUL! BONUS!

Plus, I remembered when I used to have them as a kid. Back then I picked it up at an old-fashioned candy store at a historical park. It is just a bizarre thing to do, really, but also kind of calming, and satisfying. 🙂

I wonder if Hobbits like them? Looks like something a Hobbit might chew on. lol



Seems to be parallel universe day in my mind today. Well, not really surprising since I do happen to think about them quite a bit. I also love movies and books that have to do with the subject. They intrigue me. I wonder sometimes if dreams are a window of sorts into seeing them….hmmmm. Food for thought.

I had a dream once, about one of the houses we used to live in. There were two of me. I watched “her” through a window. I couldn’t leave back to my own Universe. I was misplaced. I was trapped. It was freaky. It was a very Twilight Zone-ish dream. I wrote a poem about it the next morning….


Wandering, but not really lost…
Lost, but things are familiar…
Misplaced was I.
Wondering what I should do…
The house was the same.
The street the same, too, but also not in little ways…
We had never moved from that house.
I live in it, and all is well.
I could not enter.
I don’t live there.
I wandered…
wondering what I should do now.
How to get back?
Where did the portal go?
The one hurtling me into this familiar,
but other, Universe…
There can’t be two of us, and I am lost…
Endlessly wandering in this familiar,
but unfamiliar, plane of existence.
Not fitting anywhere here.
And I am trapped…

©WD(sapphyreskye) March 2013



What If? Other Earths…

I have a surreal mind. I like mind bendy thoughts, and have them often! Too much sci-fi, maybe! hahaha! Or not. Who really knows….
I recently watched the Twilight Zone Episode, “The Parallel” (one of my fave episodes, btw), which is about an astronaut who goes off into space, encounters a flash, and ends up in a parallel world very similar to the one he left, but with some things that are “off”. It is one of my faves, because Parallel Universes fascinate me to no end.

Anyway, it reminded me of something I pondered about them the other day. What if….the other planets with life in the Universe(yes, I believe there is definitely other life out there) are all just parallel Earths? Similar planets with similar beings on them, or even “us”…the people on this one…, just repeated over and over again, but with things just different enough to not be exactly the same? What if there are no “greys” or “reptilian things” or other such really-different-from-us-beings? What if “aliens” are all really humans like us, living different realities….some maybe more advanced than us, some still underdeveloped technologically wise, some the same? What if the Universe is just a series of parallels, and each “Universe” to the people observing it, is theirs on their plane of existence, but unbeknownst to them, is running parallel to other Universes instead of there only being just one giant one?

The movie “Another Earth” is somewhat about this, although it isn’t explored in-depth, since the movie is more about this young girl and her struggles. Never the less…it had me intrigued enough to set my mind a-pondering. 😀