"this used to be a mean monster
until he got sick one winter
with the flu & stayed in
bed & watched too much
little house on the prairie
& now the littlest thing &
he starts to cry."
- brian andreas
have lately been contemplating the various monsters we harbor in our hearts and minds. fear. lack of esteem. distrust. inaction. self doubt. oh...the list goes on ad naseum.
the odd thing about these monsters, however, is that when you look back at them, they get nervous. the shy away from scrutiny. they know their posturing is full of bluff and blunder. they have no inherent power. only that power that we give to them. even when they look deeper into themselves, they find they haven't the heart for monstering...
a bit more stitching to do on this little one eyed monster book cloth, but he's coming along nicely. i'm already feeling my heart soften towards him....