A few of us in The Well have been pondering "mapping" the journey from head to heart. I started playing with the images in the second photo a couple of weeks ago, and it's just kind of morphed. It took me a while to realize I wanted to do a black and white head, since that's "where I came from". I've really had so much fun working on these, the this morning, would you believe about 3:30, I woke up wanting to finish it, and write this poem:
PS There Are No Maps
Black or white,
true or false?
Just the facts m'am,
that's all you need.
From head to heart?
What does that matter?
Neat little boxes
hold all your answers.
Ask me no questions
I'll tell you all lies.
Don't open the door;
you'll let the light in.
Eve ate the apple.
The rabbit hole swallowed Alice.
The cyclone swept Dorothy away.
What a trip!
What matters is that you're turned
upside down,
and walk on your hands
with your feet in the air.
Whether you're cast from Paradise
or wind up in Oz,
just go.
The adventure begins.
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