INTERIOR VIEW of the ROOMS INSIDE MY MIND

http://twitter.com/rynkman    This is the time to use the internet as a diary. Many of us have a need to do this. The Interior View is captivating to the readers' eye. Visiting the Interior View is therapeutic. This writing activity is "food for the ego" and possibly "the super ego". Walking the dark corridors I visualize a tiny ray of light streaming through an opening no bigger than a pinprick. My eye peers through and notices activity in a dreamscape. An interpretation of dreamlike reality which appears to be real but is not. Have I discovered the key to the unconscience? Questions do arise in this shrouded hallway. This discovery is the cornerstone of my reasoning, neither good nor bad.

STRETCHING MY PAWS, RELEASING MY CLAWS

Stretching My Paws, Releasing My Claws 

As my digits type this, the thought of my inner self is on view: Live Journal, Multiply, Pulse.

BLANK SLATE:
Which we are born with. We do not die with an empty basket. The mind has been enriched with education and life experiences. This Inner Sanctum houses all. As the door opens to the inner conscience, a view is stripped naked. Here dwells the vulnerable self, sitting in the corner crying.
Hiding its face with its hands, a modest turn of its head peers at you, then immediately turns away.
We can be vulnerable yet have the courage to be strong. Acknowledge the vulnerable self and, like a stream, the river of courage flows.
Jane Ramona Frieman