Internal Maps

In a journal prompt I became interested in the concept/idea of an internal map. I have since worked on three pages. I have only made sense of a small corner of one of the collages. I feel at times I live in old bones and colorless daffodils taller than myself. I am a child wandering through this strange magical land without direction. I am wrapped tightly in a dark, woolen snow suit and the weather is always harsh. In that lower terrain of the physical landscape I often trip over the bones, sand and snow. For now, I cannot figure out it’s meaning.

I know I live in Autumn and it’s rich colors of the season – leaves of many colors fall all through the day. The sky is overcast and intensifies the Autumn colors. Vines of intertwined flowers collect on my head and seem to grow. As I continue on this journey, through these imaginary maps, meanings I am certain will come through.

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