Journal Writing - No Perfect Moment
When I catch moments like watching rain or thunder clasp the sky and the purple rain drips from the venetian blinds, I know I've missed the feeling of the pen to the paper.
Enough of diaper changes or figuring out which bus I need to take to get to a mother's meet-up, or trying to squeeze Praxis studying with weekend planning.
When hubby finally comes home, I think to myself: "ah, let's get right down to it!" I lay my head on the pillow, turn on the AC, turn off the lights, light a scented candle and just chill a bit. My thoughts quieten and steer me for the night journey ahead - will I take to the pen or will I simply think? I've been in this scenario many a time. I become a eighteen year old with some pocket change, wild in some ways, domestic in others. Still wound up by silly images of Winnie the Pooh with a jar of honey stuck on his head and laughing eerily at the the next thunderbolt striking the sky.,
Of those images, I can write.