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Saturday, March 27, 2004
 
do you believe in faerie tales?

do you believe in faes, in fata, the goddess of fate, in being fey, fey*ted, in morgan le fay, pixies, puck, robin goodfellow, tinkerbell, bjork, spirit beings, water nymphs, kate bush, titania, pinnochio's blue faerie, the fairest one of all, the tooth fairy, cinderella's fairy godmother, fairyland, country of the fays, the land of illusions, the tuatha de danaan of ireland, fairy folk, fairy dusters, elves, the wiley elfin ones, the winged creatures, the wee ones, the sprites, chameleons, sidhe, the little people, flower faes, fairy footprints, fairy rings, fairy slippers, riders of the wind, mythical beings, imaginary beings, beings of the imagination, of the world of fantasy, residents of shangri-la, of cuckoocloudland, of dreamland, of enchantment, of never never land?

i need a magic wand. a handful of snowglobe glitter and the sound of gentle chimes. i need the path into the glowing mountain. i need the little string of shimmering faerie lights, ahead of me, all alight. and i need to follow them wherever they might lead me.


Thursday, March 25, 2004
 
mixtape for spring 2004: "my immortal" by evanescence, "dying" by five for fighting, "goodbye" by kevin shields from the "lost in translation" soundtrack, "with you" (bonus acoustic version) by jessica simpson, "try" by nelly furtado, "dead men walking" by janis ian, "how deep is your love" (extended remix version) by jonatha brooke, "soon" (graham stack radio edit) by leann rimes, "pagan poetry" (french trance remix) by bjork, "leave a light on" by beth hart, "nobody owns me" by belinda carlisle, "i want to believe you" by lori carson and paul haslinger from the "crazy/beautiful" soundtrack

favorite lyric of the season sung by john ondrasik of five for fighting:

"i'm dying, dying to die just to come back, so we can meet again.
dying, dying to say what i always should have said.
it's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this.
as long as there's a breath.
i'm dying and i can't live without you again."

"dying" is from five for fighting's cd "the battle for everything"

Tuesday, March 23, 2004
 
toni childs sings: "why you look so sad, when the sky is perfect blue . .and you're getting everything, you ever wanted too . .so stop your fussin' boy, please stop your fussin' boy, your time will come . ."

i have always believed in wishes. wishing wells. saying a prayer on a star. pressing a passionate desire onto a coin and tossing it into a fountain. scribbling an unspoken secret, an overwhelming hunger onto a scrap of paper and folding it into a jar. calling on the saints. whispering to the moon. crossing yourself for a reminder of faith. but wishcraft has more to do with genuine assertion then just maintaining a simple hope. like dorothy gale when she realized she always had the power to go home . .simple desire wasn't enough . .she had to discover that power within herself to make her wishes come true . .

still, there seems to be something alluring about the perpetual wisher . .the fey child who follows the flight of a cardinal into the sky . .then who suddenly turns older and catches himself saying, "i wish i was in paris . .i wish i was cracking into a creme brulee at cafe marley . .i wish i was driving my shark fin corvette up to amsterdam for the weekend . .i wish i was throwing a masked ball at la maison d'amour . ." on and on until these all becomes braided into the static of everyday life . .and finally, upon a bewildering reflection, the melancholic romantic wisher is still on the other side of france, with a nissan altima and a ballooning mortgage payment in white picket fence usa. the wish jar is full. the fountain is crowded with pennies. and the dreams keep coming.

i caught fire a couple of months ago when lucas wrote that he wanted to dream bigger. . .step into more brazen scenarios . .test his mettle against the world . . . i know wishes take courage. to stand up and to say . .i am going toward my vision, what i believe, and i am here to offer the world my gift, and especially for artists, poets, songwriters, and that ilk, it takes greatness to be forward . .to say, i'm going to carve out a bit of my heart for you to see . .i'm going to be vulnerable . .i'm going to extend my hand so you can experience this journey, a little while, with me . .

i think there's something to be said for shakti gawain's pink bubble technique . .where you take a wish, visualize a rosy bubble around it, then send it into the universe, releasing it so it gets seeded . .but i also think there is some mighty work to be done on the part of the wisher . .like standing solid in your soul . .being conscious and aware . .focused on what ignites you . .and leaning into the glow of that . .with vigorous effort and a mind that is convinced that you are vibrating at a blessed frequency. staying there . .staying in the ecstatic bliss of that wish, that sacred treasured vision. .that's part of the wisher's journey as well. laura day in her book "the circle" says everything you think and feel is reflected back and reacted to by the environment.. so you are always where you think yourself to be. . .she also cautions when making a wish it is the language of the wish that is significant . .it must be in the present tense, as though it is being experienced in the now . .it is knowing at your cellular level that you are, you are, you are, where you wish to be already . .

toni childs' song is just a reminder that we're already wishing ourselves into tomorrow with our thoughts and intentions . .and that we should all stop fussing because "you're getting everything, you ever wanted to . ." but this begs the question: just how conscious were we in our co-creation . .?

i'm asking myself today, am i whole-hearted in my wishes? am i willing to follow through? am i languaging my wishes in the present tense? am i ready to click my ruby heels three times . .and finally come home to myself?


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