Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Relax : Yeah Write Microstory

[lingering kiss]
"Going to the corner for eggs unless you'd prefer donuts. Don't you dare move one perfect muscle.  Here's the remote. Books are under the nightstand. Relax! Oh, there're cameras to dissuade snooping, but, really, make yourself completely at home!" 

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Stream of Consciousness Using Only Thumbs!

Have you ever loved something that you became slightly more than a little devastated when it went away? Me too! That's why I am so thrilled Fadra reconstituted Stream of Consciousness Sunday. And even though my computer is still fried (still because I haven't taken it in, still because I am nervous that it is irreparable and will cost me bunches), I am typing my thoughts, yet again, on my phone. You get a few less words, by the way, committed to screen using merely your thumbs even though mine are quick thumbs. The upside is auto-correct in equal measure to the downsides from the same feature. Who knows what this will actual say because one of the rules is unedited. I won't go back and check!

I don't have much to say today, at least nothing terribly important. I feel light-hearted though, and that is always a sweet way to spend the day, especially one with nothing terribly important to do.

I'm digging the heck out of two books I'm reading. Shall I share? Yes, I will. Department of Speculation by Jenny Offill. I'm about halfway through and She's just nailing what if feels like as a mother, and wife, of a small child. The story is told in (usually) related and clever snippets. Different! The other is The Woman Destroyed by Simone de Beauvoir. I am just in the first, of three stories, but it but it is intense.

How are you spending your day? Is it snowing by you? It is here. Nasty day but there is a plentitude is pages to read, movies to watch, and a full DVR. I like days like this. Do you? When there is no real pressure to do anything.


Five minutes, thumbs only, unedited.

Fadra! Thank you for bringing back one of my favorite things to to on a Sunday! Visit and participate so we can read what you're pondering on a Sunday even if it's not much of anything at all! Like me.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

I Enjoy Thinking Time

Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted. John Lennon

My cerebral balance 
long stretches 
of time 
where it seems
nothing is happening,
not at all unlike 

horizontally meditating 
standing in line,
icy blue, 
almost glazed over, 
faraway look.

Though I am 
fully engaged 
in my mind,
if you want;
I care not.

I am even thinking of you. 

Friday, January 9, 2015

Do You Hide Your Journal?

I miss journaling.

I used to journal daily for a long, long time. It felt fantastic, not only the physical aspect of putting words to paper but the "let it all hang out", purging part was even better. A release.

I have three beautiful journals. An old one, which is made of green, tooled leather with gold page ends that I carried in my purse forever. A red leather, feels like butter, one my daughter bought for me in Italy a few years back during her first backpacking trip to Europe, which I have used to document my travels. And a beautiful brown leather book that my sister-in-law thoughfully gave me for Christmas because she knows I love to write, and we are repairing a very damaged relationship.

My question to all of you is this:

Where do you keep your journal?

I want to be able to write without hesitation, unedited, freely, without worry, and I feel as if I can't because I am internally blocked by the thought that someone, anyone, will read it. Now, in this household, we do respect each others' privacy (mail, emails, texts, etc..), but something inside me still cautions, "Watch out! Fictional tales may be thought of as truth. Poems may be misinterpreted. Perceptions or memories of real life events may not be shared by others involved."

I talked about this very thing with my boss at work just yesterday. She journals too, and feels likewise about the benefits of journaling as a way to express creativity, record thoughts and feeling, and sort through life's many curveballs. Her suggestion to me was to write then feed the pages through a paper shredder. Immediately!

I can't do that! I need to go back, at some point, and re-read my words and review and ponder my feelings.

Therefore, I am left with the realization that hiding it/them is my only real option. It's all in my head, I know.

So enquiring minds want to know this:  Do you journal? If so, where do you keep them and do you worry or care if anyone reads your entries?