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February 3, 2015 - Army of Ink Beauty Is Awake

 

 

army of ink beauty is awake

 

Beauty Is Awake .

Some places were so dark she didn’t want to go there.  But once she’d looked under the bed – she didn’t have to sleep in the middle anymore.

And rewrote history ….Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet, and along came a spider and she said;  “Here.  Pull up a seat.”  For beauty is awake you see, to the stories they spin so she can’t break free.  So now she sits in itsy, bitsy fright, dreaming sweet dreams in day and in night.

Find her in Rock The Boat book.

December 6, 2014 - The Peacemakers

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The Peacemakers .  (The Army of Ink)

Black peacemakers of inner conflict, emerge from the depths of innocent souls.  Standing firmly in experience.  Boots too big tripping up lies so old.  Delivering poignant punches of universal truth that swell much bigger than the silence.  Little inky stamps of self approval forever fixed in soft white sheets.  Together we rise – a revolution of self.

Footnote:  Poem I wrote about the Army of Ink, from book, ‘In My Room’.  Pass it on – it’s a worthy revolution for our worthy selves …  Read this Ink’s Bags The Back Seat story here.

November 24, 2014 - Army of Ink Forever In a Hug

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Forever In a Hug .

When I was a little girl I played hide and seek and got lost.  Now I’ve found myself again I want to stand on a box and sing into a spoon.  Peer into draws not meant to be opened.  Draw and scribble and make mistakes.  Catch bubbles before they break.  Do loud burps.  Swing on the clothes line.  Lick my fingers and stay up late.  Undress hibiscus flowers.  Pull funny faces.  Throw sand.  Stay forever in a hug. Smell everything.  Jackets and boots.  Hair and skin.  Wear bare feet.  Watch people, even when they’re looking.  Hang upside down on the monkey bars.  Make a mess.  Squat on rocks and spot crabs in the cracks.  Giggle and snort.  Do handstands and cartwheels.  Play dress ups.  Be naughty and cheeky and silly.  Run really, really fast.  And have soft white sand to fall into.

Footnote:  As we grow up we seem to lose that sense of ‘play’ and the freedom to do so.  Play is important at all ages.  And reflecting on the last line, ‘Have soft white sand to fall into’… I think self preservation and survival has a lot to do with creating your own sand pit.

Picture of Mum as a little girl.  Find her in Rock The Boat book.

November 17, 2014 - 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).

October 8, 2014 - Army of Ink Trouble With Leaving

Army of Ink dress jam in box

The trouble with leaving….

Often the girls arrive with a whole pile of questions. And from the sorting, comes a degree of clarity, direction and understanding. Questions are like openings…. Where’s she going?  Is she leaving?… or going away? … or taking off… or moving on …or getting away?  Are these actions all the same or are there subtle differences?  What’s holding her back?  Keeping her there? (Army of Ink # 83 relates to this).  Is it a tug-of- war?  Who’s doing the pulling?  Is the dress being caught symbolic of her being caught in the dress and all it represents – and the need to change?  Is her process of growing into an independent woman being held up by the troubles of the little girl.  Or others around her who would rather she stay small – little.  Maybe her escape is to slip out of the dress (and the tug) and put on something more appropriate for where she wants to go – who she wants to be.  Perhaps now it’s her turn to, ‘wear the pants’ in her life.

The straps?

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August 21, 2014 - Army of Ink Waffle Pants & Hiding Pockets

Army of Ink waffle pants girl

She forever hoped that no-one would ever find what she spent every waking hour hiding – and hiding from .

Personal footnote:  We all have secrets – and secret fears.  And sometimes we have ‘leftover’ fears, the ones we experienced long ago and the threat is actually long over but we feel the fear and respond to it like it’s still fresh and real.  This ‘ink’ seems to be suggesting an emptying of pockets to free herself from the lingering things that may still confine her – and/or define her in a negative light.  For some of us, our greatest task in life is to rewire our minds and the ingrained responses it triggers by challenging those fears – replacing them with new experiences.  Think – re-filling your pockets with good stuff.   Re-shaping yourself.  And each time you have a win (or even fail as the quote in the post below suggests), you get stronger and more confident in doing things you once avoided.  Her arrival seems to pose questions like… what’s stopping you making changes in your life?  What are you afraid of?  What are you hiding?  Hiding from?  What’s stopping you going places outside of your comfort zone – comfortable rut maybe?  ‘Feel the fear and do it anyway” as someone once said.  It’s how we grow.  Her waffle pants seem to suggest space for the filling – room to move?