Army of Ink Ride In A Pumpkin

army of ink ride in pumpkin

Ride In A Pumpkin .

Mirror, mirror on the wall.   I may not be the fairest of them all.  But my chin is up and I still stand tall.  And as the stars all rise up high.   I will not kiss myself goodbye.   I hold told the feather that helps me fly.

This little soldier finally realised that being the fairest isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and looking up to stars can be dangerous – especially when they fall.  And that ‘way up high’, ‘over the rainbow’ and climbing the ladder are sometimes dangerous places to try to reach.  And too far away to possibly get there on time.

Footnote:   This ink for me is about acceptance and finding a place even if it’s different to everyone elses.  It’s also about that erosive longing and belief that a sense of belonging exists somewhere outside ourselves.  In higher places (often out of reach for most).  The shiny places with all the smiley faces.  The bigger and the better.   Often in the rush to get there though, we leave our true selves behind and become something else.    It’s a hothouse for discontent.   The feather reminds me to hold on super tight to who I am  – despite the constant push and shove to be everything I’m not.   The pumpkin?  Think that’s about Cinderella being quite content  (and a little defiant) catching a cab to the ball -despite everyone else arriving in stretch limos.

Find her in Rock The Boat book.