Welcome to the inside of my head!!!! My journal is a place where I let my thoughts off their leash and they get to run free. Unafraid of what others might think, feel, or say. Here I will be sharing with you everything that is important to me. That could be anything from the state of our beloved planet to my new favorite nail polish. Do your thoughts have a playground where they can let loose and be free? I invite you to "gift" yourself and your thoughts by keeping a journal. You never know what new and fun things you might find in there.Tomiko

2009-07-03

sitting at the airport watching the clouds go by. trying to figure out what to write. words want to come, but they're shy. not sure how they want to appear. so i type and allow them to show up as they wish. they want to say "breathe". so i breathe. they remind me to be present. feel my feet on the floor. feel the coolness of the air conditioner. listen to the faint sounds of airport conversation. "do you hear the whistle of the coffee maker behind you?", they ask. i do.

i sink deeper into my seat in the waiting area. allowing my body to fully relax. i let my stomach expand and release. i've been holding her in all day and she needs a break. i relax my jaw and the space between my eyes. i breathe.

home is waiting for me. my bed. my man. my sanctuary. the little voice in my head just told me that i'm rambling, but i don't care. the words aren't finished yet. and this is my journal. the words know they can run free in here. no rules. no judgement. just space to be.

sometimes i write just to write. sometimes i write with a purpose. i think this entry is a little of both. i won't spoon feed the meaning to you. i'll let you come to your own conclusion. i wonder how many other women allow their minds space to just be, explore and express. i wonder how many women laugh out loud. i wonder how many women dance wildly by themselves. i wonder what makes women happy and sad. women fascinate me. we are so full of life, literally and figuratively. we are ripe fruit bursting with the flavor of life. i like that. i like being ripe. ready. juicy.

stream of consciouness writing is different. i enjoy it and am mindful of not censoring myself. we do that alot in life, don't we. censor ourselves. i wanna have a "no holds barred" gathering where the women can laugh, cry, dance, sing, or do nothing. whatever they want to do, they can do. i just laughed to myself thinking about the person who just happens upon that gathering. they'll think they've walked into an institution.

okay. i'm ready to end this rambling of words. i find myself searching for things to say and that is not the point of this. so i'll stop.