At the very beginning I was a happy little girl, with hundreds girl friends, eight in fact, and dozens close friends, one in fact...but there was the little blue bowl with poppies, and every day i used to sit with the others at school and have a bowl of soup...the soup my mum made ...teacher mum who knew so many nice stories...that was long ago, before i turned six, before i became the lonely little girl...
That's long gone years...but still so painful...i was such a lonely little girl...no friends...girls used to go to church school, boys to state one...i was all alone with the boys...my parents were teachers in the state school...the priest said i was the devil's girl...at sunday school girls used to sit on the left, boys on the right...i was all alone in the middle on a chair...no girl friends...
I thought everything was going to change, everything was going to be better...freedom, love, peace, all the dreams we made were surely get true...I was only twenty two...I'm sixty one now, and didn't see much difference...except in family life may be people talk a bit more easily...but where is peace...
This will be the back-cover of the journal...it's a photo I made, moving the camera very quickly and a text from Rilke..."Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers. "...I love that quote...on the left side some pieces of the puzzle...don't know if I will complete it...
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ooooh Mousie - I don't often wander out of Old Woman's place, but I'm glad I came over and found this. How stunningly lovely...very sad and very hopeful in that it hasn't ended yet. I want to see more of this journal. I have been wandering looking at "artist journals." I don't keep one although I have made several tries at it. Writing journals I can do (even them sporadic). But what a wonderful start to a journal....I hope you do complete it - and share along the way!
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