An exploration of my pantheistic beliefs. Day 3 of the Emerson “Self-Reliance” project.
Tag Archive: Fairies
The Cobblers
Zuzu narrates a strange Prague encounter with creatures she calls Cobblers. Chapter 1 of The Secret Life of Stone.
In the “Nought”ies I:
Many of the things that I did in the Naughts Decade. I probably left out a bunch, but anyway.
My Supernatural Fetish
At the moment I have a totally healthy obsession with the Sookie Stackhouse mysteries by Charlaine Harris, the novels that have become the HBO phenomenon known as “True Blood.” I say my obsession is healthy because it’s my staple obsession, going back to childhood: My absolute and utter fascination and love of the supernatural. Monsters,…
‘Til Kingdom Come
I read my first Stephen King novel when I was 12 years old. The book was Carrie and the year was that of the Gulf War I, 1992. Thus began a love affair with King’s books that has continued to shape my life until today. This year I turned 30 and I’m even more in…
The Trauma Fairy
I am pretty sure I’ve discovered a new fairy who has been in my life for some time now. I’m calling her The Trauma Fairy, and my belief is she goes into our minds while we sleep and erases things that are just too awful to remember. One of the more dramatic times she visited…
A Love Letter to Pfaff the Pfooter
Written on a postcard of your Fairy Challenger oracle card, #56: “Plant your feet,Bend your knees,Sway with the bumps and lurches of life.” Where a stamp shaped like a hole in my sock could go:PragueJanuary 23, 2008So basically you’re saying that I should go through life with the same principle as standing on a tram:…
A Love Letter to Bad Fairies
Written on a Brian Froud-esque postcard of the eerie park at Karlovo Namesti: Even whenyou are badyou are goodto me. Where a mushroom-shaped stamp could go it says:Prague 2, Nove MestoNovember 5, 2008I realised that in Prague there is a huge difference between places with bad energy and places with bad fairies. I’m lucky enough…
A Love Letter to Bavian Frodi
Written on a postcard of your Faery Oracle card Number 38, Laiste the Moon’s Daughter: Your visionsare a bridgeinto a world I alwayswanted to visitand now realiseis all aound me. Where I’ve no need for a stamp because surely a nice faery will deliver it for me:October 23, 2008PragueThere aren’t enough words to thank you…
A Love Letter To Gus Vinestebb
Written on a patch of fairy grass in the courtyard that serves as my apartment’s backyard From the spot where I stood for some time in wonderment: What a mostdelightful accident.Where a stamp would go a white flower blooms and inside it says:October 11, 2008Benatska 5, PragueDude, thank you. You seriously rock.
“Clang Clang Clang” Went The Trolley
Ah Prague, sweet Prague. It seems I will never get tired of the magical view from our living room window. The sound of the trolley bells makes me smile each and every time. A few days ago, I went exploring to find the fantastically gothic church that perches on a hill very near our house….
A New Woman
Most people after they move into a new flat and area will explore and wander around to get their bearings. What did I do? I went and got tattooed. Twice. It was a bit nervewracking, going to get inked on a public transportation system I have but a fragile grasp of. But I did it…
Turkish Delight Volume 8: Out On A Limb
Her eyes are in a perpetual state of shock, pupils drowning in the sea green of fairies and fear. Her voice shakes; she grabs for food with a feral snarl and is startled by any and every sudden move. She is constantly on alert. She never stops watching her back. Last night, she slept in…
A Surreal Sunday
I am writing from my temporary desk in the offices of the Turkish Daily News with a gray view of the concrete wasteland that is Istanbul. It is Sunday. There is something very unnatural about being at work on Sunday, especially since my bus to get to work leaves at 830 AM and no one…
Fairy Tales Can Come True
In typical Arian fashion, I have (and do have) loads of dream jobs whose importance will shift depending on various factors in my life. It was always a dream to work at the UN, and while I didn’t get paid for my work I had that dream job for almost three years. I always wanted…
A Woman Who Runs with the Wolves
She called me domesticated and it stung even though I knew it was said only with admiration. Even knowing that, it was as if the wound of my wild woman self had only partially closed and her words were salt. I forced myself to ask, “Have I been domesticated?” Are all the years of feminist…
not such a long way to happy
*i used to have this thing about not adding people i don’t know in person until i met a few people online who i feel like i have always been friends with and their transition into my life has been butter smooth. i realised that we can connect with people in so many ways. in…
Mermaid Island: A Fairy Tale
Once, long ago, there were fierce Amazon women warriors who lived deep in the jungle until one day they came under attack by Spanish conquistadores. The Amazons were a chosen people, The Great Goddess bade it so, and thus to prevent their extinction she transformed the Amazons into mermaids and sent them to live in…
every thorn has its rose
technology has hindered me from posting and maybe it was for the best. september to november are rough times for me, every year since wendy died and i have been feeling a pervasive sadness coupled with the night terrors that come with recurrences of post-traumatic stress disorder. i cannot beleive that it will be 6…
curiouser and curiouser
you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone is the gift that keeps on giving. when i lived in france with my parents, backdropped with the jura mountains all fresh air, trees and snow, i enjoyed every moment of it because something told me it would be a long time before i got to…
the illusionist in istanbul
we went to see ‘the illusionist’ today. wow. just, wow. go see it! i love watching movies in their original language. there was just not enough of this in spain and here it is more common than not that films in the theatre are in their original version. blessed be the Cinema Gods. after many…
finally some real movies and saying goodbye to granada
in previous blogs i have discussed a two types of travellers phenomenon (The Questing Traveler and the Runaway Traveler) along with my discontent at the cowardice demonstrated in films these days in telling the easiest parts of stories and leaving the most interesting and complicated parts alone. because i have been surrounded by Runaway Travelers…
on how much 'hostel' sucked and they don't make scary movies like they used to
since my ear feels like an evil fairy with a blowtorch lives inside and wants to liquify my brain, i am trying to keep a low profile. an earache is just the worst. i have no appetite, no balance, and occasionally what feels like a nail driving through the side of my head. which leads…
O Husband, My Husband
written on a postcard of the Alhambra lit up at night looking like a magic fairyland on the blank space that sparkles: i can’t wait to feel your arms around mesurrounding me like your love that i feel from here. where the stamp could go it says instead:thoiry, francemay 9, 2006so soon, my love.i can’t…
Seventh and Eighth reports on the 10th Working Group on the Draft Declaration, September 21 & 22, 2004
Greetings, The negotiations from yesterday, September 21, 2004 were on the issue of lands and territories, another problematic area of the DD for many States. Again, the Nordic Proposal (CRP1) was used as the base document to achieve consensus, even amidst protests that the basis of discussion should still be the original sub-Commission text. I…
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