Army of Ink Key Turn

toy girl

Sometimes I feel like a wind-up toy that’s lost its key .

Footnote:  This ink arrived after a friend of mine told me this was how she was feeling.  When I sent her the little girl she asked why the key was part of her head – and why so big?   Maybe she’s showing us that the key’s actually been there all along. Perhaps she just lost sight of her own ability to get herself going again? Turn key not lost at all – just run down.   Or she’s become unraveled by certain circumstances.  The key to getting going again might be in questioning (and in future, avoiding) what initiated her current unraveled state?  Well worth some thought (as her large thinking cap might suggest).