After that amazing session with Andrea i have been digesting all the truth that i learned and i wrote the following faerietale to contain some of those ideas....there is something about the mythical quality of these stories that helps these truths sink into my bones.... so here goes
here is the cover i made on canvas, and i printed out the story on canvas as well
i think this is where my future lies
Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose light was so bright it radiated heat.
When people around her were cold, or when it was very dark they were pleased to have her and her light near.
But often the intensity of the light made their eyes hurt.
And often the heat made them sweaty and uncomfortable.
She began wearing layers and layers of clothes to shield the light and the heat from the others, so they didn’t feel uncomfortable.
This made her weak from heat exhaustion and smelly from the sweat.
This made her more unpleasant to be around.
And it made her sick. So sick that one day she fell into a deep, deep sleep.
And where she lay she burnt the grass. The earthworms dried out and died. And the longer she lay there, with the trapped light and the trapped heat the more she destroyed.
The animals saw what was happening but were too afraid of the smell and the air of death around her until a small black cricket said
“This must stop”.
And the courageous cricket went through the charred grass and the worm carcasses and he began to eat away at her clothing.
Slowly at first, he chewed at the seam until a faint beam of light came through.
Seeing what he was doing, other insects, cicadas and puriri moths hopped and flew to his side and began to eat through the clothing too, right through into the light. Until the rank clothing fell away.
The light and heat radiated from the form of the woman of light. The stifling pressure was gone and the woman awoke to find insects crawling from her body. She felt revulsion and fear.
As she leant forward to squash them she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the carapace of a small black cricket.
She saw herself shining for the first time in a long long time.
She felt the warmth of the light.
She felt alive.
She knew she would not hide again.
She stepped up from her steaming clothes with a flotilla of puriri moths.
She walked towards the town and the sunglasses shop because the people who want to be with her from now on just might need them.
Tin ROOF! Rusted. - Progress! While I was away the mice started to play. :) I ordered the steel (no , not tin lol) roofing panels and installation ...
2 years ago