i knew immediately, upon seeing for the first time, that she would be the first image. She is the "heathen child". I've talked about her here before. off and on over the years. I laid a bouquet of flowers at her feet. A bee came. To the flowers…. and to her.
and when i read the prompt ( i will not repeat here. Go to Sparklinglotusink.typepad.com nichobella) this too came clearly to mind. i thought i maybe should wait, but didn't want to. And so…two.
i worked 2 hours. It was difficult to make myself use the glue stick. I put them there, took them off. Tried to change them, thought about why i "couldn't". Questioned self about that. Taking away, putting back. and it also brought to mind other things. Someone asked if this is Fun? Yes. and maybe by these images it might not look like fun? and i thought about how i am.
so i thought about a lot of things. How Fun to me is somehow better labeled Pleasure. Which i do have a lot of. What's the difference, i wondered.
and then….my question to Acey. Without knowing "where it's going", how can pages be in a coherent order? These two very likely are Not in order, tho maybe they will prove to be. It's the thing i have about gluing things down.
i DID have fun. i had a completely mesmerized 2 hours of PLEASURE. I sit and look at them now and love them. They say so many things.
* Edit: i woke in the night and realized i didn't want to say what i did. it's not for me to judge anyone else's sense of anything, let alone their sense of fun. what i realized too is how much i still feel a need to defend my self when it comes to the ex. There's a lot of stagnant water under that bridge.
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