Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch Changes......

Sorry David Bowie, it just came to me as I thought about entering some pearls today.

Caution: Short Lecture ahead. I warned you.



Seems we're all on this journey leading somewhere.

Our task (should we choose to accept it) is to figure out what we're doing here.

You know, as sage daughter Emily penned at age five, "The Whole Big."

Our paths may be snowflake-different yet we share DNA. And before anyone decides to bail on this entry cause of sophormoric references, here comes the Spa part:

The best spa will instantly reveal itself without truding. A softness in the air, a slight scent the opposite of old-lady perfume. Soft-speakers who aren't close-talkers. Respectful ambience. Vast locker rooms with goodies at the sinks. Lotions, hair-bands, deodorant (yes!), hair stuff and sterile brushes. No mildew. (Real important.)

Certified therapists, silent angels, find and release your tightest knot. Scalp massage so potent you cry. Warm, clean towels and fluffy robes. Roomy, soft slippers (good luck finding those) and plenty of room to change. Options for the clinically shy.

Sauna that works. Steam rooms that don't stink.

And clean clean clean.

Then the body can heal and make way for a radical ch-ch-ch.....you know.

Happy Year of the Rat, Ben!