Sides Notes as Part of the Process

I long for tales of foxes and squirrels, rabbits and owls, living in community with one another. Where the biggest ‘news’ of the day are things like ‘Mother squirrel did beautiful patchwork on Thimbleton Mouse’s sweater’ and ‘Glorious Hot spring stumbled upon by Lady deer and her does’. Where all the roadways are that of soft dirt, and the flora of the forest grows in abundance–producing chestnuts, red berries, black berries, blue berries, persimmons, roots, tubers, barks, vines, flowers, and plants of all shapes and sizes. All of which get transformed into various townly things like benches, dinners, paints, beauty products, or clothes. Where there is neighborly love, warmth in every home. Delight in the small things, such as a rainstorm on a summer day.

I want this world to live within me. To feed me. To give me a lake of which I may pull from, to weave it into my daily Life. To bring magic into all my doings and speakings and dreamings. I long to be the Creatoress of my own Heart’s delight. To let my mind weave stories and connections of sweetness and fairytale. Where animals can talk, where underdogs take on quests with knapsacks and baskets woven of birch. For some reason, stories of this nature feed my soul

…like Honey infused with Simplicity and Love.

~S.K.