An infinity born out of infinity is no less infinite because it came from something infinite, neither is an info it’s born from the combination of two infinities any less than the infinities that created it:
It was almost Christmas, a time for holy nights of blue and white lights and Santa Claus coming to town. It was always her favorite time of year… But it’s only fair to start when things are supposed to start.
It was Christmas Eve a long time ago. Mommy had been pregnant with the baby coming in January, a three-year-old big brother bouncing around the house, and an angry Daddy. She was going to wait until after Christmas to get ready for the baby, she just needed to get through one thing at a time.
A small Christmas Eve dinner and early to bed didn’t want to keep Santa away with wide-awake eyes. The little boy laid down in bed, still and quiet, trying to be asleep so Christmas morning could hurry up and come. Down the hall, Mommy and Daddy worked on gifts.
Just after bedtime, Mommy said it was time. A neighbor watched the little boy, he was finally asleep, while Mommy and Daddy went to the hospital. The little baby girl was born just before midnight, their own little gift from God. Mommy called her Eve.
A long time later,, a little before Christmas, Mommy and Eve had a big fight. They loved each other, but they didn’t get along well. Mommy told Eve to go out. Mommy didn’t mean forever, but Eve thought she did. So Eve went away.
One, two, three, four, five, six years after Eve went away, just a little before Christmas Mommy got a present early. Some policemen came to Mommy’s door. They gave her The Most Beautiful Thing in the world and a book. Mommy read it, even though it was for me, but that’s okay, I’m a good sharer.
Mommy says the book is about Eve, that she wrote down all the stories about where she went and what she did when she left. What made her happy and what made her sad. Mommy says there are lots of letters in it I can read when I’m bigger. She cried at the end.
When I ask Mommy what The Most Beautiful Thing is, she gets a sad smile on her face and says she’ll tell me when I’m older. Everything is when I’m older and she put the book on a shelf with some dried up flowers that I can’t touch.
It was almost Christmas, a time for holy nights of blue and white lights and Santa Claus coming to town. It is always my favorite time of year because my birthday is just one, two, three, four days before Christmas. Mommy said Christmas runs in the family and that’s why she called me Holly Eve.
I’m looking/hoping for some constructive criticism on this piece…
Birth of a Fae
The fae are a people of mists and fantasy. They are born of the elements into nature, the guardians of those essences which keeps Mother Nature herself in balance for she is an un-domesticated mother of those beings she has born to her God. They are the dividing force between man and nature, the keepers of the boundary that holds one another at bay so that both continue to survive.
They are not of one world or the other, wanderers of the formless and hapless borders that edge the minds of humanity and the lands of Beyond. They are stillborn into existence upon this earth, ageless, filled with wisdom born of the infinite lineage of their Father.
Every so often, the borders collide and the worlds cross over one into the other and, born into humanity from such an accidental collision, is a being encompassing both borders. As humans and fae are both born through the bloodline of Infinity, these children dually embody the timelessness of their parents. They are doomed to a lifetime of wisdom beyond their years, of eyes that see into and beyond instead of the surface and an innocent curiosity that relentlessly leads them unawares into danger.
These are the creatures that refuse to let the odds discount the possibilities, the risks outweigh the potentials. They are ageless, momentary discomfort means little to them, for a day is but a blink of an eye within their eternity though they hold moments paralyzed within them for lifetimes. They are the epitome of the paradoxes inside Humanity and Nature.
They are dark and vast and speak out of turn with no regard for age, yet quiet and deep as far off thunder. They are the muses of the human race; those that inspire art and literature, invention of the new and conservation of the old. They are the lightest and darkest of two worlds collided.
They are conceived without consideration for their existence is so greatly overlooked. These are the children whose eyes haunt their parents into the night, who stare all-seeing into an empty sky and leave you feeling as if you yourself were the student and they the teacher. Children who despite their small stature leave you feeling as if you must tilt your head back and look into the sun to see their faces full of mystery and possibilities.
Bodies contain them so little, for they are of so much more soul than either of the peoples separately. It is why they unnerve those around them, for that overflowing of their souls from behind the gentle windows panes of their eyes communicates beyond the limits of language. They pass worlds of understanding through osmosis from one soul to another, overwhelming the lesser and drawing it in to feed it with itself and fling it back out upon its own augmented understanding of life. A look, a touch, a sigh, a simple brushing of existences is all it takes, for they are created of collision and, in following in their nature, collide themselves within others.
I’m having a rough time lately, there’s no getting around that. Everything that’s been going on with the husband and the kids and my health, I’m just doing my best with it all and trying to do as much damage control as I can.
My youngest has been going through some significant age regression, which isn’t at all surprising, but I’ve been getting some good advice on coping with that and trying to help support him so that he can come out of it. My daughter’s IEP is finalized and she’s getting the extra help she needs. My oldest is a whole other tangle of string but he seems to be doing well, better than he was anyway.
I”m working towards building up my portfolio of editing reviews before I start applying to places and/or going back to school to take some advanced grammar classes. My youngest is heading to school next year and I am very excited to try and find a job that can hopefully give me the flexibility my health requires.
My daughter drew me on a dragon. I’m going to have to write a story or something to go with it! Love my girl!