Authenticity: Letting Go Of What Others Think
Art Project: find a picture of myself that defines who I am....before I learned to please, perfect & perform.
Art Project: find a picture of myself that defines who I am....before I learned to please, perfect & perform.
A part of me that I love that evokes feelings I may have
forgotten.
I knew immediately I was looking for a picture of my Stick
Horse. As with most families there are lots of pictures with our best bib and
tucker on.
I finally I found this small grainy black and white Kodak
picture....
OBLIVION
(Fond Memories)
(Fond Memories)
Age Six
I loved my Stick
Horse
I couldn’t wait to
get outside
To gallop around
Hair flying
Over pastures
Down long lanes
Through wooded trails
On my Stick Horse
I could run amazing
distances
Just by encouraging
it
“Come On You Can Do
It”
And my heart would open
I Could
I Did
I smile as I remember
Patrolling the
boundary of our yard
Trotting very
importantly
Okay, bossily
asserting ownership
And rules
When it was time to
come in
I tied my Stick Horse
to the back porch rail
Where it awaited our
next
Adventure together
My friend who is doing this art journey with me noted, “ Your horse has no
head”.
I reply....”Of course it doesn’t!” “This is one of Mr. Dodson’s coveted bean
poles!”
My friend...”Is that the mane hanging down?”
Sigh (are you kidding?)...”No, that’s the reins”
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This is the caption my mother had beside the picture
Pirate?????.....Hobo!!!!!!seems
I come by my Oblivion honestly.
It has been well over half a century now since that photo
was taken.....I am a mature grandma now; I no longer gallop or canter down
trails....
Okay... I will confess my slow easy jog from one tree to
another (my way of tricking myself by telling myself I only have to go that far)
I sometimes feel myself in a keyed down trot. Hey! definitely
beats thinking slog.
I was so right.....this joyous freedom defines the authentic me.
