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…
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 …
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Me Jane . Dangling in a moment of vulnerability, out of her jungle mind came a thought…3 thoughts actually…Could she make it without the BOy? Did she have to take such a wild and dangerously dependent leap—after all? And was it really that difficult and frightening to just let go?
This swinging ink has layer upon layer of meaning to sit and wonder about—like…. Is she really swinging up high or is this a trick? Is her foot in fact, firmly planted on the ground? Is she clinging for her life at the mercy of the rope (or the BOy), or has she taken a firm grip to put a stop all this swinging business? And what is this swinging business about anyway? Which way is she going? Back? Forward? Nowhere right now? Or has she finally landed in her very own spot? Is the rope attached? Is it all about to uncoil leaving her in a heap? Or is it going to lift her up, whoosh her away from whatever it is she’s so afraid of right now? To be continued no doubt …. Click on the typewriter for your print version and please pass her on ….
Put Your Dress Down . Sometimes I feel bad even when I’m not doing bad things. So I gave it a name… ‘The Following Bad’ – and wrote a good story…. Shame on you, and you, and you. Hiding truth. Not feeling lies. I lifted up - they put me down. I got gobbled up by cracks in frowns. Now I wear no silky touch. Or dish out shouts, it hurts too much. Duck for cover or run and hide. I bare nothing more than those who lied. Play in pages nice to look. Connect up pieces they once took. And when I spin maybe they’ll see. But it’s not for them. I dance for me.
Pass it on because there are alot of people suffering in silence out there…
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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.
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