Reflecting on where I’m at from St Michael’s churchyard in Fobbing, Essex, on Saturday 27 March 2021.
Like Cindarella after a hard day’s work I rest on my broom
exhausted and in a day dream about my Prince
Ugly sisters are having fun, being invited to everything and somehow stopping me from joining in while an evil step Mother holds the key to my cellar
Then a Fairy God Mother appears and offers a chance of freedom, to come out and shine
Cindarella figure from different view points; she is the hidden consciousness about to be revealed at the right moment
She holds the secret to unlimited success, beauty and Love!
Before you can manage your own affairs you must find the peace inside. Repeated rhythms of arduous work have kept Cindarella calm and disciplined. Drudgery has not dampened her dreams which sparkle more alluringly than ever. Solitude has brought her closer to herself and to value the company of others.
Reflection is a vital part of the discovery. To stay totally still and not move an inch, except for the infinitesimal but steady descent with gravity which the artists observe as they alter their measurements. I don’t notice, I’m locked in a stare and far away
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