A couple of posts back I introduced you to this new Army of Ink trooper but didn’t post her story to allow you to have your own. So I’m back with my interpretation of this ink. The short version goes….
Nothing seemed to fit .
Having tried on so many ways of being herself, she finally reached the exhausting conclusion that maybe all the things she was trying on were just way too big for her. And maybe she’d just have to tailor make her own little world where she could be her entirely unique, odd and small, good self.
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Then I went on to explore her some more – and captured the lines below. To read this terribly long but quite interesting explorative piece click on the girl. And pass this on to your friends too….
Nothing seemed to fit .
This ink arrive this morning but just for something different I’m not going to post her story … yet. I’ll leave a few days space and maybe your own story will arrive – then we can compare. Back soon. Oh, and pass her on to get the ink flowing in various proportions ….
Will I ever be enough ?
I call her ‘ The Star Refused ‘. Her story ….Completely fed up with this notion of ‘enough’, she tipped herself to one side and wondered … who is the great measurer of ‘enough’ anyway? The holy dispenser of self worth? The one who’ll grant her the fickle and often self defeating wish to be something more.
And what does ‘enough’ look like anyway? Feel like? Think like? Or … could it simply be a matter of knowing when to “Say when” – when you’re fed up with overwhelming expectation? Feeling not quite bright enough to work all this out further contributed to her sense of worthlessness and despair, so she put her ‘boots too hard to fill’ away and cried out load: “Enough is enough!”
From this declaration erupted an abundant supply of pride and joy and the realisation that there were a countless number of things to make her enough already – problem was, they were impossible to measure. And so …. in a supreme moment of co-ordination, she gave the troublesome measuring stick a long ride on a firm new shoe – sending it far beyond the world too big.
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My Father’s Bell – long story but one that could ring familiar for many. Click on the typewriter to read …
Sometimes I can’t escape the pull.
The pull of the past tugged at her every attempt at a brave step away. But, alas, the counter bell in her mind rang with enlightenment….”You’re just going to have to be a touch more strategic in planning your moves and setting yourself ever so lovingly loose.” At that very moment she felt her shoulders come down from her ear lobes and life return to the balls of her feet. She was ready to go.
Pass her on to fellow travellers of endless possibility…
Click on the typewriter for your Clunk & Jam note to print and stick up on a wall - or in a scrapbook. (See Elle’s strength wall here). Just realised I didn’t do one for you for #82 so will get on the typewriter and post soon.
She arrived with a carpet bag and a dream …
This ink arrived around the time of making bags to fill with books to gift to young people. And I do have a thing for the Mary Poppin’s movie/story too. But I also think, to survive, you have to have a bag of sorts (imaginary or real) to carry with you. Something to keep filling with things collected along the way that help you get through the tough times and tricky moments. Serve to map a path forward. Contain what we’ve achieved so far. Store things that support us to be strong, independently minded individuals – to survive and create positive changes in our lives. Clunk and Jam notes even? Or imagine it’s a bottomless bag (like Mary Poppin’s), forever sprouting new treats, treasures – ideas and directions. And the beauty of this drawing (of all art and drawing), is that it allows others to have their own perception of the image – invites their own story to the page. So please pass her on, no doubt there’s plenty of stories in that old carpet bag - awaiting an ink pen or an old typewriter to help them spill …. pop back soon for more art and stories…
