Army of Ink Soul Cup

army of ink soul cup

Soul Cup .

I wish upon myself, that one day I’ll be as comfortable in me, as she in her tub.  Pop this in your cup … once the soul has left its pot, its own cup it must fill.  One teaspoon or two?  Entirely up to you.  But do we must, fill our cups, with pinkies pointing up.  And rise we do in fluff and blue, and endless possibility …

Personal footnote:  Just got back from talking at a conference up North in the remote mining town of Newman.  Struck by the extent of individual and community suffering, this one arrived.   Thanks Jo for inviting her to the page by telling me the story about the ‘Soul Cup’ (from Maggie Dent’s good work I think?).   Please share this with someone, like a warm cup of tea …

Find her in Clunk & Jam book.