Army of Ink #73

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 …

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 …

Click on the typewriter to collect the special Clunk & Jam note.  

SUGGESTION:  Print, fold and stick* on your mirror as a reminder to empty your cup of bad, self destructive language and fill it with some good stuff.   * Bandaids add to the message.