Russian Fairytales

When I was little I loved fariytales. I loved to be read a story. I especially loved to have a bed time story read.

My favorite was The Snow Queen, and I listened to it night after night: "Love. What is stronger than love?"

I found these verbal Russian Wonder Tales from Toast's website. I think that Toast is a department store in the UK. How nice they put together webspace to send out holiday greetings in the form of these stories.

These are wonderful winter tales. If you have some time; or if you'd like to have a bedtime story read to you, these are PERFECT. But, just remember, they are from Russia.

Both stories are in two parts. The stories are.

Tsar Sultan

Little Bear's Son

This is the link to Toast's page with the wonder tales.

Russian Wonder Tales from Toast



Enjoy.

Peace.
Brianne

Fairies for Audrey

I am inviting fairies to my house. I really have never done it before. I don't even think I did this as a girl. I wasn't a fairy child. But, for Audrey, I am asking the fairies to please come. I know they are around the house. They show up in the photographs. The little flashes of light. The spheres of lights that sparkle in the ferns and in the oaks when I take the pictures at dusk.





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  I hear the cardinals talking to them. They chase the hawk away from the baby birds. Yes, I know they are around the beautiful yard I tend. But, I never have invited them to meet. I have never looked for them. Until now. Fascinating, how really ethereal but "dirt beneath the fingernails" they are. I must say, my kind of folk. I am putting together some semblance of them for a "Cooperative Schoolhouse" that Terri's sending out as her affirmation through her blog Artful Affirmations.



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 The cooperative must have some books that the fairies will use.




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 Sometimes it is hard to tell if it is a fairy or a faire creature.

I am not sure if that is one in the same. I am not knowledgeable of the faire ones.

So, I wished to see the costumery that I have heard so much about. Especially that which is worn by the ladies.
  



So, dear Audrey, for you the fairies come. They come to show me a world they want you to know. And, yes, me too. So, I allow the muse to carry me and I will have fun and journey joyfully into this place for this time.

A thought to set up a tea-party on the roof just came to me. Which fairy told me to do that? I will project an umbrella, small and bright into the universe. I will put it on the roof, Audrey, so the sun won't spoil the tiny cucumber sandwiches.

Well, I will keep thinking of the fairies. And, because I am open to them, I am sure they will come visit me. And, I will dream of being in a bed fit for my fairy self.



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Peace.
Brianne

Dreams of Summer

This will be complete analogy.

And as I type I have the old guy - not Tom - but, Ganesh, is curled within the crook of my arm. It seems this is where all the old ones come. Shadow. Gabby. Ganesh. They first come to sleep at night, and then they come find me here whenever I come to lay down to read or write or rest. Then, I find them here. All the time on the bed. Waiting for me. In the end of days, their lives evolve between the bedroom and the food/water and litter box down the hall. They only go outside occasionally to roll in the sunshine on the patio; and then they go out only when I take them. I have been here before.

But, back to the analogy. Here is my dream.

And, here is what is physically here:

Goodnight.

I found a Heart of a Wizardness website. I liked her feather meditation. I will cocoon and dream of feathers to guide me on my flight. I can be cold. The foliage can be in hibernation and seeding for spring. I will know that this too shall pass. Embrace the magic of this time of year. Embrace the kiss of the North as She sends them to me on Her breezes. To be alive is to feel the cold as well as the heat. To be alive. Alive.

Peace.

Where You Love From

Look inside and find where a person

loves from. That's the reality,

not what they say.

                                    Do not

give attention to form, the right

and wrong ways of professing belief.

Grow instead in universal light.

Rumi

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Dust

This is from the chapter from, Bohemian Manifesto: a Field Guide to Living on the Edge.written by Laren Stover. I am somewhat shocked that Laren has so adamantly stated that no part of her book be represented in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including storage and retrieval system.  So, I hope you would buy her book or check it out from your local library - better yet! That would be more bohemian. I wanted to share with you parts of the Bohemian Manifesto on this site, but feel that would be in violation to Laren. Although, I thought that Manifestos were supposed to be read, and shared and discussed and made notes upon and argued against. Not kept locked in a book. But, maybe I'll contact Ms. Stover and see if she'll let me share this Manifesto with my, oh, so many readers.

But, for now, I wanted to just - from memory - tell you of the remarkable manifesto, or enlightenment I found, when reading the chapter on Dust. The  Bohemian, Ms. Laren states, sees adversary to dust as an analogy to the inability to accept aging, and death. To want to have the household always "dust free" is to try to keep aging, death at bay. The Bohemian, on the other hand, readily accepts death, aging and DUST. Dust in the corners, under the couch , on the shelves, and between the pages of books! It is not necessary to pick up item after item to dust under, over or between. There are other more important things to do with that space of time. Allow the dust to settle, like  - may I please say it Laren - "cosmic confectioners' sugar."

Ashes to ashes. Dust to Dust.

“We say we are earthlings, not waterlings. Our blood is closer to seawater than our bones to soil, but that’s no matter. The sea is the cradle we all rocked out of, but it’s to dust that we go. From the time that water invented us, we began to seek out dirt. The further we separate ourselves from the dirt, the further we separate ourselves from ourselves. Alienation is a disease of the unsoiled.” Tom Robbins

So the next time when you enter a home that has dust upon the shelves or on the nick-knacks, think that this person may have a strength that our society may not have. That the dust that lies there may be a statement that says, " I am OK with aging and my inevitable death. Today, I am going to do something for joy. I am not afraid or horrified of dust, it is of the Earth as I."

Peace.
Brianne

Dancing Moons

This is a prototype art photograph for the card I'm developing to put on each piece of the series of moon "sculptures" and accompanying art pieces that I want to create for each moon. This is the picture of January's moon. Ice moon, Moon of Solitude, Cold Moon.