To wander without being lost - Day 4 of 30 day writing challenge

Not all those who wander are lost. ~J.R.R. Tolkien

I'm wandering... and wondering why it is that some days I prefer to let all the chaos build up inside me before I can make a clear thought. Today, I'm feeling it energetically so words are not coming easily—only gibberish. Maybe this is my test to see what happens to me when I don't do yoga.

30-Day writing challenge through Kale & Cigarettes (500 words)

I'm not doing yoga

Call it indecisiveness, but I call it wandering. I drift from one idea—which I research in great detail and almost go for it, impulsively—and then I bail. But when I bail (close the website or walk out of the store), I still keep it in my mind. Its imagery remains imprinted on my mind.

I feel it, I don't ask

When trying to make a big decision, it has to feel right. I don't ask a ton of friends or experts for advice. I know. Sometimes I don't know why. I could explain my inkling of an idea to someone but in the end, when I see It, it may be completely different from what I explained. Trying to describe a feeling with words doesn't always work for me.

I'm a visual person so wandering is exploring. I could do it all day (especially on a day when I have a deadline and should be doing something else).

From a tattoo design to jewelry (oh, I just thought of another website to scan—hold on I'll be right back),

...not lost...

Redirected, alive with inquiry

Just as I was about to admit that I'm having a hard time getting through 500 words today, I got an email from Micropoetry Society to let me know the weekly theme is "still". Now I am reminded of a poem I wrote called "Stand Still, Precious Moment." As I reread it now, it no longer resonates with me, except for the title and the theme. I am to come up with a tweet in Twitter for the theme. Now, here is my chance to use the "embed tweet" function...

stand #still now, precious moment. i see my path through an hourglass of dreaming. #POETHEME @pssms #micropoetry

— robin (@yogarobin108) May 23, 2015

Dreaming. That reminds me of what I woke to this morning. I slept in, and when that happens I have the strangest dreams. Normally I love dream interpretation over my morning 5:30 a.m. coffee. But the sleep-in dreams aren't worth translating.

Dream on

The dreams worth trying to translate are like the ones where I'm following someone and then after I catch up and he tells me something memorable (which points directly to my insecurity and greatest wish), I then move backwards to the right against the moving walkway yet still walking forward. That dream is even worth reenacting—if only I were near a desert with a moving walkway and a cameraman to follow. Discussing my daughter's dream last night would also be fun (yes, about a vampire)—but I won't because I'm not allowed to know anything about what her dreams mean.