The Peacemakers Plot .
Black peacemakers of inner conflict emerge from the depth 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. Inky stamps of self approval, forever fixed in soft white sheets. Together we rise – a revolution of self.
(See also, ‘Once Upon A Dark Time‘. In Clunk & Jam book, 2019. Reposted from 2010)
Held On A String .
I stretch to forever with the very tips of my fingers. Way up high to a place where everything falls away. Just me and nothing. Nothing and me. Then I let go. Fell into a place much harder than my story. It hurt. Not from the fall. From landing in things I didn’t know were still there. Now my fingers ache for the place where everything falls away. I fight to soothe fiddling fingers still. Lock them in lap. Far less than the place they long for. Much more for being held in a place I believe I have a chance to hold.
(Reposted from 2010. About addiction maybe?)
She arrived with a carpet bag and a dream …
… If she couldn’t save the world, maybe she could simply share what helped her rescue herself. Which might help others fight their own battles – and she to concentrate on her own.
Personal footnote: This ink arrived around the time of making bags to fill with books to gift to young people. She might be suggesting we need a bag of sorts (imaginary or real) to carry with us through life. 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. Or imagine it’s a bottomless bag (like Mary Poppin’s), forever sprouting new things.
(Reposted from January, 2012. Find her in ‘Clunk & Jam’ book.)
I wanted to be a star … but ended up an out of place rock. I suppose at least I’ve got the place all to myself.
Footnote: “The worst loneliness is not being comfortable with yourself.” A quote by Mark Twain. This ink is sleeping soundly now she’s found her place. She’d always wanted to be popular. To fit in and to have all the nice things others had. And so, the cycle of discontent was set in motion at a very young age. Now she seems to have staked out her own place and although she’s alone – she’s not so lonely anymore. She seems to have secured her place with pegs and ropes and gathered around her all the essentials for survival. Wood for warmth. Fire to keep threatening things away. Help her see and fill her belly. And in the warm glow of her cloth she wonders … what if society viewed those who are different; do things differently; follow their own path, as a quality – not a problem. And maybe if it wasn’t considered a problem, it would put a kind of patch on the feeling of loneliness often felt so intensely when not acknowledged or accepted for who we are.
(Originally from ‘Rock The Boat’ handmade book. Reposted from 2009. Now in Clunk & Jam, 2019).
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.)
