Saturday, October 15, 2005

Progress Nonetheless

Starting off again today, too late in the day to fully get to where I am going but still feel I should make the effort. I passed the most amazing trees wearing lacy fungus skirts, patches of toadstools at their gnarled roots.

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The donkey still followed me, though not at my urging. Doing what could only be described as an awkward bunny hop and nose-nudging it dawned on me (I am none to quick on the uptake today), the donkey was trying to point something out to me.

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Quite surprising I found a doll, looking just like the one my mother made from my dad's old corduroy pants. That was a half centurey ago, and miraculously this doll has never been lost nor needed mending.

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Her name was Jamaica.

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I've no idea how she got beneath the tree, all they way out here. I last left her sitting on a shelf in my hallway. Jamaica has always been profundly important to me, representing constancy, after all she is always there, even when I am away and forget to pack here, somehow she still is there. Gifts made with love are never lost.

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I suppose I've taken her for granted and not noticed her wandering off. I am exhausted and in need of curling up. For a night and maybe two, I promise to clean up after this donkey if it will not go home.



At 5:20 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Thanks Aletta! I've been knee deep in lectures and these are so welcome. I admired them on another blog. Will love looking at these - just beautiful.

At 5:11 PM, Blogger Lois said...

I Knew before I came to the end of the story & drawings that they were done by you Aletta.
I now know you much better and can recognise the style ,thoughts,and especially the humour,also the tiredness when you are on these magical journeys ...Life and imagination are often one in the same

Love x Lois (27/10/05)


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