Persephone

`playing with a ball of clay this afternoon, cant believe she appeared, a sense of real strength sprung from my  fingers, she feels so free,  so free its scary,  there is  a part of me thats down with Persephone ………….

Addendum:  I just realised that I went to see Julia Cameron speak (artists way book) the previous day, it was quite challenging and bought up a lot of childhood images, I see  now my “form” is my unconscious self that is bursting  to get out.  There is nothing to be afraid of.

Prayer to Persephone

Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be:
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee:
Say to her, “My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay

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