While working on these journal pages a question continued to tickle the back of my mind...and so, I felt compelled to post them in-the-raw and incomplete.
Tickle Question: WHERE is that girl in the photo now?
I see a girl in pom-pom sneakers marching down the street, paying no mind that those on the sidelines of life are watching her boldly twirl her shiny baton through confident fingers, all while wearing a toweringly tall and feathered hat...
My pages lay incomplete, much like myself. They ask of me difficult questions only a half finished page can bring:
Where did this girl's color go? When did she become aware of those staring on the sidelines? Why did she find it necessary to shield herself with the armor of avoidance? At what pivotal moment did she bow out of living for a colorful moment? Was it all at once or a slow, miserable leak?
In reality there are no easy answers, only speculations and small suspicions...
So, for now, I'm pondering and wondering...seeking and searching. And that's ok. Isn't that what a journal is all about anyway?
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Beautiful pages! I don't think the soul searching ever ends -- I think it's why we're here:)
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