Army of ink #50 – 50 ?!! A little Yippee!

I try not to have ‘favourites’ but this ink I keep very close – she speaks of equality, self worth and value and sends a strong message that size doesn’t matter.   Refreshing, to say the least in a world obsessed with super heroes, super models and super stars.  She’s a grounder.   Here’s her story …

‘Round and ’round the racecourse   .   my finger beat you there   .    you mustn’t laugh    .    you mustn’t cry    .    or tell little girls ‘there, there’   .   Take one step out   .   and two steps down   .   to a place you cannot stand   .   for it was you – you naughty boy   .   who tried to steal my hand  .   and she goes on to say … the trick is, to find a place where size doesn’t matter, nobody can touch the bottom – and everyone can reach.     Head spinning?   Here’s a little explanation …

Ok.  The game I remember as a kid is where as adult holds your hand so you can’t get away.  The game begins as they tickle their way up into your armpit spot singing ’round and round the racecourse blah, blah, blah one step, two step, tickle you under there.’   And you can’t escape their grip because you’re much smaller of course.   This ink is waving a firm finger at the wrongs done to her and reclaiming control.   The ‘take one step out and two steps down to a place you cannot stand’ paints a interesting picture of equality.  Imagine this …  a man, a woman and a little girl (or boy) standing at the water’s edge.  Their size difference is clearly visible as is the hiarachy by age, gender and physical size.   Now, imagine if they all stepped into the ocean, waded out to a place where none of them could touch the bottom.   What do you sea (see)?    Three heads bobbing about in the distance with no clear definition of height, age and gender.    In reality however, finding your own valuable place in the world is a tough trip.  I’ll post a collectable note in the blog tomorrow which goes:  ”One day I’ll be able to swim out to the seaweed.”   Oh, and what’s she reaching for?  Something she can’t have perhaps?  Maybe it begs the question whether we should look up for a better sense of worth and place in the world?  Why our value and worth so often measured in terms of success; physical shape, size or appearance; wealth; popularity; social status or position?  Some of the ugliest people I’ve met tick all these boxes!  And last, but by no means least …. Why society places such little value on the small, the real, the different, the humble and the poor?    Stay tuned …