Repost: Birth of a Fae

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.

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Meeting Life One Mish-Mash At A Time

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.

Just Some Photos…

I took a lot of photos over the summer with family and have been trying to get back in the habit of doing things I love like reading, writing, photography, maybe even some modeling if I can swing it… Also hoping to get back into school finally this upcoming fall since my youngest will be attending school and, after that, get back into the workforce, even if it is a bit daunting trying to figure out something I can do without over-extending myself given everything I have going on medically. That was always the plan, to get back to work once the kids were in school and it’s one I still hold to.

Anyways, here are just a couple of the photos I’ve taken lately.IMG_5267IMG_E5247fullsizeoutput_e69IMG_4768IMG_4694IMG_4485IMG_3459IMG_E3525IMG_4127IMG_E3187IMG_3175IMG_2779IMG_2702IMG_2595IMG_E2526IMG_E2503

Because I Love You

I know it hurts.
I’m sorry.
I can fix it.
I can make you better.
Why won’t you let me make it better?
You’re pretending.
You’re pretending, aren’t you?
Why are you pretending?
Stop it.
It doesn’t hurt.
It still hurts?
I’ll fix it.
I’ll make it stop.
I’ll make it stop for us both.
I can’t do this anymore.
I’ll make it stop.
I know it hurts.
But now it won’t anymore.
Now it won’t hurt either of us.
Not anymore.
Never again.
I know it hurts.
I’m sorry.
I can fix it.
Why won’t you let fix it?
Stop fighting.
Let me fix it.
It won’t hurt anymore.
Not anyone.
Anymore.


Sometimes I wonder which is worse, loving someone with a chronic condition or being the one with the chronic condition…

Life’s Little Dilettante

Thanks for Laura A. Lord’s Accidental Witch post which led me over to The Beacon’s writing prompt, which is as follows:
Monday’s Prompt – Week One
The best part about leaving your tiny, rural hometown is that no one at your new college knows who you are. You have moved all the way across the country and for once, you can be who ever you want. When you arrive on campus and finally find your dorm, your new roommates are already inside and unpacking. Your roommates immediately start asking you questions to get to know you. You end up telling an entire life story that isn’t yours. Write part of the story you tell your new roommates. Who are you when you get to make up your own personal experiences?


 

Life’s Little Dilettante

Move in day in what might as well have been a foreign country. There was a mix of young adults raucously jostling for parking spots, hallway space, and glancing from paper to door numbers and back again. Some people had entire cars jam-packed full of belongings and I wondered how it was all going to fit in their rooms.

To be honest, I think I was more anxious than excited to be here… It was so different than what I’d grown up with. To be honest, I’d basically grown up in a petri dish.. a small cult sort of convent in the middle of the never changing sunlight of California. The citrus always blossomed and the temperature never dropped below maybe 60 degrees. The crisp autumn air sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps on my skin as it passed through what I had decided was a decorations only kind of sweater that I used to think was warm. I didn’t have much of anything warm in the box I held or the backpack on my shoulders.

I tried to blend into the walls and avoid being in the way as I joined the glances masses of people. I finally found my door. The door. The threshold that sealed my freedom from the little patch of secrecy away from the world but also locked me out from ever going back… to what I knew… to what both terrified made and made me feel safe.

I reached for the doorknob and froze. I’d pictured this moment for so long… to finally be able to be myself and have a real future… but now… I was terrified.

Then the door was pulled open and a head of bouncy ed curls filled with enormous blue eyes almost collided with mine.

“Oh, Lord, I’m sorry,” She said with a smile that looked just la tad leprechaun given the mischievousness in it. “I was just about to get some more of my things but meeting new friends is way better than holding on to old things!” and she grabbed my outstretched hand and pulled me across the portal.

“I’m Ardra, nice to meet you! And this is Felix” She said leading me over to a milk chocolate skinned girl who looked like a princess from paradise with her long dark hair and stunningly dark eyes…

“Hey,” She responded, “What are you in for?”

And I just stared.

“Yeah, where are you from? What are you studying? Isn’t this place amazing? Have you seen the guys in the next dorm?” Ardra kept talking… and Felix kept watching… seeming to expect an answer while silently laughing at the lack of verbal space with which there was to answer in.

“Um… I’m… I was…” I just stammered.

“Well, here, let’s get you sorted then you can tell us all about it since you’re tongue-tied. It’s a lot to take in, I know.” And Ardra kept talking like a songbird and Felix kept watching like a cat and I suddenly felt like the toy caught between the two. “We kind of already took the top bunks in here but that just means that you get to choose who you’re bunking with, but don’t worry, you won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t pick my side, so choose where you feel comfortable.

And I stared… it was like trying to choose between the light side, which might drive me crazy but still made me happy, and the dark side, which had a certain kind of peace but kind of scared me.

“So, are you at least going to tell us where you’re from?” Ardra pouted with batting eyelashes.

“I, uh, I’m from California but, you see, I was a librarian down in… San Diego… so… I spent a lot of time sorting books but then I worked downtown in one of the clubs at nights.” I don’t think I’d ever seen more than our textbooks growing up but librarians didn’t do much, right? But clubs were fun so they wouldn’t think I was boring, right?

“Smart and fun! This is gonna be a blast!” Ardra squealed while she hugged me and Felix covered what looked like a small chuckle with her hand.

“Yep, we’re gonna need to show the dancing librarian around,” Felix said, looking me over like she was deciding just what to do with me.

College was not what I had expected so far…