Fairy tales are more than moral lessons and time capsules for cultural commentary; they are natural law. The child raised on folklore will quickly learn the rules of crossroads and lakes, mirrors and mushroom rings. They’ll never eat or drink of a strange harvest or insult an old woman or fritter away their name as though there’s no power in it. They’ll never underestimate the youngest son or touch anyone’s hairpin or rosebush or bed without asking, and their steps through the woods will be light and unpresumptuous. Little ones who seek out fairy tales are taught to be shrewd and courteous citizens of the seen world, just in case the unseen one ever bleeds over.

S.T. Gibson
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All You Need Is Love…?

February 26, 2020

Yeah, the Beatles had it right. All You Need Is Love. But, hell, a big bar of chocolate, and a bell-ringing orgasm is okay too!

We do not remember childhood

February 26, 2020

Children are not like us. They are beings apart: impenetrable, unapproachable. They inhabit not our world but a world we have lost and can never recover. We do not remember childhood — we imagine it. We search for it, in vain, through layers of obscuring dust, and recover some bedraggled shreds of what we think it was. And all the while the inhabitants of this world are among us, like aborigines, like Minoans, people from elsewhere safe in their own time-capsule.

Penelope Lively
Moon Tiger

submission comes so easily

February 26, 2020

You feel nothing can relieve you, don’t you? There’s no escape from the mundane, the frustrations of everyday things. But I’m here – like your shadow. Creating a world where everything is possible and there are no judgments. Nobody presses, nobody points out your flaws. I use your weakness to strengthen you.

Outside, they don’t understand you. Your submission to me comes so easily. The world rests at your feet. It’s because you’re mine.

Snowing today

February 26, 2020

Snow outside over everything. Bitterly cold wind driving the sleety-snow against the windows. Sounds like insects scurrying down the glass.