Namaste, Dear Reader.  There are a few rambles ahead, so proceed with a salt shaker.

I am struggling today, wrestling with Words and Indolence, trying to fight them into submission.  Words are elusive, slipping away from my consciousness whenever I get close.  Indolence just sits there, laughing jovially at my attempts to get it to do anything other than be amused.

There are so many things I want to say about womanhood, about the divine, about trying to find my role in life.  I want to be able to express what I'm thinking and why, to hear what you have to say, and understand your viewpoints and be able to understand where you're coming from.  I want to be vulnerable and open and smart.

In my head, I feel incomplete, like there is so much to learn and be and do; yet I feel more complete and "me" than I've felt all my life.  This is so fascinating to me, what are my reasons?  Delving into heads has always been intriguing, but there are also usually no firm answers.  I feel like I've accepted myself so much more fully than I've ever been able to before.  I'm even okay with that.  Yet I don't want to open myself and my opinions up to public opinion.  Is there such a thing as a vulnerability firewall, which allows just enough vulnerability out to connect to people, soul-to-soul, while maintaining the parts of oneself that aren't ready to be unearthed and witnessed by others?

Anyway.  I need to make a chocolate chip cookie pie, and that will save me from further "public" rumination.

Do you have any thoughts?  When have you felt the most at home in your own skin, and can you say why?