Monday, 8 December 2008

Roots

Straight after her sixteenth birthday, Ruth left. She thought that suddenly cartwheeling away from home would be enough to break the shackles of an upbringing that had always felt foreign to her. 

She tumbled, unprepared, into a hectic and hard-edged life in the sprawling city, where she never seemed to move on from being an overwhelmed wide-eyed stranger. 

It took years for her to realize that she could look back on her roots from the other side, that she could follow their crooked pathways with a slow and curious finger to ease the restless squirrelling acrobatics of what her heart needed to know.

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This post was inspired by the Monday Mural photo at poefusion.blogspot.com
Thanks to Michelle for finding another interesting shot.