Going Nowhere—sometimes I don’t know if I’m coming or going.
This little soldier was relatively determined there must be a better place but she’d have to put all these constant distractions out of sight and mind before she could possibly arrive at a decision. As she began the packing away process, a thought occurred that helped her stop for longer than intended…perhaps by trying to do everything, she could very well end up doing nothing of great significance at all. Or worse still, she’d just be tugged and pulled in all sorts of directions—other than her own. Case closed, she set foot and mind on a moth ball free path, steady as she goes—her own way …
(Reposted from 2011. Find her in ‘Clunk & Jam’ book.)
The End … of hanky panky.
Butterfly Tears .
She imagined her tears as butterflies on strings, knowing that to truly transform the sad, she had to rise up on her own steam and snip them forever free. Not that they went away forever. Just so they could gently move and hover – not spin and crush.
(Reposted from 2011. Find her in Clunk & Jam book, 2019.)
Forever waiting.
Every time she thought she’d nearly got there, down came disappointment. All this waiting and wanting was getting her nowhere. So she decided to break the chains of waiting with a fierce determination to be a more grown up, independently mobile, self directed and time saving type.
(Reposted from 2011. Find her in Clunk & Jam book, 2019.)
Am I not pretty enough?
Ring-a-ring-a-Rosie found herself, yet again, in another ‘plonk’. So she wrote herself a small consoling note and tucked it into her not so frilly sock. With this minor act of strange defiance, she farewelled the want for endless trouble free relationships and confirming admiration. And although she didn’t know it yet, it would be her greatest step towards an ever after, not entirely based on happiness but of creating for herself a solid sense of place. And one that suited her socially shy and solitary self.
(Reposted from 2011. Find her in Clunk & Jam book.)
A Stitch In Time .
I’m all broken – they can’t see. So I must save myself from me. I cross my heart, dry my eyes and swear I’ll never wish to die.
Bad things taught her that suffering would stop the hurt from hurting so much. And so a tug of war of hurts began. The more she hurt, the more she hurt herself. Until one day, in the long loss of her own battle, she beat herself so hard she lost her own battle – she surrendered. It was in the surrender that she discovered personal victory came, not from beating the hurting, but from mending her neglected SELF.
Footnote: Looking at this ink holding her doll by the hair, you can’t but feel the want to put a loving arm around her shoulder and ‘take her in’. Take better care of her. The doll could also suggest the importance of separating the ‘wrongs’ from ourselves – particularly the wrongs done to us by others. We must endeavor to be the keepers and minders of our selves. As tough and daunting a responsibility that can be, winning your own battle is ultimately the most liberating.
(Reposted from 2009. Originally in ‘Rock The Boat’ handmade book. Now in Clunk & Jam, 2019 book)
