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The fourth annual Witches in Fiction party has begun! And as per usual, I'm a little late to the party... but at least this year I'm getting my post in on the proper day! Ha!
If you haven't been over to Magaly's blog, Pagan Culture, click HERE and you'll find yourself there.
A wee story that's been kicking around in the back-most attic of my imagination... most notably every time I make coffee and my coffee pot steams and hisses and growls when it's just about done. I don't have a title yet, and I might write more, I don't know. But enjoy this little tidbit!
Written for Witches in Fiction 2014... Crafting Blooming Howls ^__^
Lightning forked through the sky,
illuminating the room through the filmy curtains. It was followed a
few seconds later by a long, deep roll of thunder. The cat sleeping
on the back of the couch stretched, arching her back, then jumped
down onto the belly of the woman sleeping on the couch, then onto the
“Umph,” said the now-awake woman,
as she turned a half-hearted glare at the cat, “Was that really
necessary? You're not exactly light you know.”
The cat just looked at the woman with
her large yellow-green eyes, yawned and walked the rest of the way to
her food dish, before turning back and looking expectantly at her.
The woman sighed, “There's still
kibble in there... finish those and I’ll give you more.”
The cat waited, staring... she almost
looked as if she'd cocked an eyebrow.
“Fine, have it your way,” the woman
said to her cat as she got up and poured more food into the dish.
“Such a finicky cat...” and then she smiled as the cat wound
around and through her legs in a 'Thank you' before heading back to
her bowl to eat.
The woman, whose name was Maggie,
looked at the green numbers glowing from the clock on the stove:
05:59. She groaned; it was way too early to be up since she had a
full day of clients ahead of her. She flipped on the kitchen light
and began rummaging through the cupboard filled with boxes and tins
She pulled out some chamomile, fully
intent on going back to bed after a cup, and as she was reaching for
her tea kettle, another bolt of lightning flashed in the sky,
followed by another growl of thunder. This bolt, however, exploded
spectacularly as it made contact with something a few miles away...
and Maggie was plunged into darkness.
Maggie sighed again, “Oh well, guess
I'll do it the old-fashioned way.”
She cupped her hands in front of her
and called up a tiny ball of witchfire, just enough to see with. Then
she walked around the kitchen lighting the candles. Soon the room was
filled with soft, warm flickering light. She turned her attention
back to the task at hand – making something warm to drink.
She decided that since she was up, and
mostly awake now, she might as well get some work done. She could
always take a nap later if she had to. She placed the tea back into
the cupboard, having decided to make coffee instead.
Since boiling water on the electric
stove was no longer an option, she went to Plan B. Still cupping the
tiny ball of witchfire, she walked back over toward the cupboard
filled with tea. This time, however, she opened the cupboard next to
it and was greeted with the smell of good coffee beans and the tiny
snores of the house's resident coffee maker – a small, kitten-sized
“Abelia,” Maggie said softly,
“Abelia, I have a snack for you.”
Abelia opened one eye, then seeing the
witchfire dancing on Maggie's hand, opened both eyes and stretched...
quite similarly to the way the cat had stretched several minutes
before. Abelia, however, didn't jump onto her mistress. Instead, she
carefully rested her front claws on Maggie's hand and then delicately
lapped at the witchfire until it was gone.
Then she began to purr, and a glow
could be seen in her belly. Maggie smiled at the little dragon, “Will
you make us some coffee, Abelia, pretty please?”
Abelia nodded then flew down from the
shelf where she slept and landed next to the “other” coffee pot.
Maggie had a regular plug-into-the-wall
kind of coffee pot that she used when she had guests, clients,
customers, etc. over. She also had a coffee pot that had been passed
down to her from her grandmother, who had created it with Abelia's
help, to facilitate the making and drinking of coffee when
electricity wasn't available – or when Abelia felt like making a
pot for herself.
This coffee pot had been Abelia's idea,
but she'd needed Maggie's Grandmother's opposable thumbs to bring it
Abelia loved coffee. It was her
favorite thing to drink, and since all the women in Maggie's family,
the ones since the invention of coffee anyways, had loved the brew as
well, they were perfectly matched. Abelia figured out a way to brew a
pot using her dragonfire, but since she was about the same size as a
coffee pot, she really did need someone else to drink with. The
witches of Maggie's family, and now Maggie herself, were the perfect
Also, coffee made by dragonfire gave
back a bit of the energy to the witch that feeding the dragon
witchfire had cost her... so it was a fairly equal exchange. Both
giving and receiving each other's energies, deepening their bond and
creating something that equaled out to much more than just the sum of
Abelia settled into her stone and
cast-iron coffee maker and Maggie added the ground beans into their
compartment, then added water into the compartment above the grounds.
Then she stepped back.
Abelia's purr was louder now, almost a
tiny roar. Then with as great a belch of flame as a small dragon
could make, the water boiled and Abelia tipped the compartment so
that it poured a little at a time into the ground coffee beans, then
through the mesh bottom and into the pot below.
While Abelia was brewing the coffee,
Maggie had collected her and Abelia's favorite mugs. She'd also cut
the last of the bread she'd made two days before into slices along
with some cheese and made up small plates for the two of them. Maggie
cut some extra cheese for the cat, whose name was Crow, and then
brought the plates to the kitchen table.
Abelia left her coffee maker and flew
over to Maggie and perched on her shoulder. Maggie poured two cups of
coffee and then added cream and honey to both before taking them back
to the table and sitting down. Abelia flew to her seat across from
Maggie and Crow jumped up to sit beside her.
After they'd finished breakfast, Maggie
sat and sipped her second cup of coffee. Crow was curled in her lap
and Abelia had draped herself about Maggie's neck and was snuggled
beneath her thick, wavy hair, purring once again.
She visualized her day planner, which
was in her bag in the living room, then called it to her along with a
pen, a pencil and a notepad.
Maggie opened up the book and started
going over her appointments for the day, making notes on the notepad
about various things to do, gather, look up, etc. before each client
The sky began to lighten as thunder
continued to roll across it from one side to the other. Maggie
continued sipping her coffee as she made out her To Do list for the
morning, before her first client arrived at 10:30.
Since it was not quite 07:00 yet, she
still had plenty of time. So she sat back in her chair to snuggle her
dragon and cat, sip her coffee and watch the wind whip the Autumn
leaves from the trees.
Today would be a good day, she could
feel it in her bones. But then, any day that began with Abelia's
coffee, followed by snuggles from both purring creatures was a good
She called the flickers of witchfire
back from the candles and into her cupped palm, then closed her hand
and absorbed the energy back into herself.
Crow yawned and stretched, then hopped
down and padded across the floor to her water dish. Abelia snuggled
deeper beneath Maggie's hair and smiled in her sleep.
Maggie got up from the table and
crossed the kitchen to the dishwasher, where she placed their dirty
dishes. She would run the thing tonight after dinner. Then she picked
her To Do list up off of the table, scanned it one last time and then
started getting ready for the rest of her day.
Click on the above pic to be taken to Magaly's blog and join in the partying! I hope you enjoyed my little tidbit here, and I can't wait to hop on my broom and visit the rest of Magaly's Wicked Darlings!!! See you sooooon!
For this year's Witches in Fiction party, over at Magaly Guerrero's blog, Pagan Culture!
Come join the party before the end of Wednesday, October 15th.
Then, finish a witchy project that's been patiently awaiting your attentions and post about it in your party post on October 17th. You'll find all the details on Magaly's blog.
Come party with the best pointy-hat-wearing group of people around! ^_~
And then go visit all the other participants and see what they've been up to as well. See you in a few days!!!
Oh, yes... she's also hosting quite a few give-aways in the days leading up to the party... so go check out her blog not just because she's fabulous, but also because several also-fabulous people have offered up goodies for her to give away, possibly to YOU. ^___^
Tonight I am on a solo adventure, in a
city I’ve never been able to muck about in by myself before.
Last Wednesday, I flew from Seattle, WA
to Minneapolis, MN. My folks picked me up and we drove the two hours
to their house in Britt, IA. The next morning, my mom, my sister, my
niece and I left Britt before the sun came up and drove the ten hours
to Grand Rapids, MI.
Grand Rapids is where my mom, myself
and both my siblings were born. She lived here her entire life (until
she married my dad) and I lived here on and off until I was about
four. I’ve visited a handful of times, but each time I’ve been
tied to my family and unable to go off on my own.
We're staying with my mom's sister, her
husband and their two kids. Since everyone there is in bed, but I’m
so not even close to being tired (my brain is still on Seattle
time...), I decided to go to the 24 hour coffee shop I saw yesterday
when we were driving home from visiting my grandma.
So here I sit, at The Bitter End
Coffeehouse, sipping my coffee and eating my neon pink raspberry
scone, blissfully happy at finally having some time to myself.
I’ve had a wonderful time with my
aunts, uncles and cousins so far, but I’m in need of some time to
myself to recharge my socializing batteries... lolz.
So I grabbed my laptop, my
notebook and pen, stuck my debit card in my pocket and drove myself
to The Bitter End. I drove around the block a few times, looking for
parking and scoping out the place... it was packed... I parked
across the street, sat in my car and stared for a few minutes, then
grabbed my stuff & went inside. Take that,
social anxiety! ^_~
now I’m sitting at the long table along the wall, next to a college
student who's working on her math homework.
only planned to be gone for an hour or so, but I think I could
happily stay here and drink coffee and type all night... but I won't,
or my mom will worry. ^_^
wandering around places I’ve never been before, especially if I
have several hours in which to do so. If it wasn't so late at night,
I’d wander up and down the block as well, but since I don't
know the neighborhood (and I’m by myself), I’ll pass on that this
time. Safety first, and all that. ^_^
really wish Britt had been able to come out with me... she would
still be awake with me, and we could have wandered with impunity. But
alas, she couldn't get the time off of work and school starts for her
on Tuesday... and she can't miss her first day of class. And even
though I’m really enjoying my visit with my family, I miss her and
my kitties (and my bed) so much. I’ll be home in five days, though,
so I’ll get to see them soon. ^_^
bought Britt a Petosky stone as a souvenir... And since I know she
doesn't read my blog, I can tell y'all about it. ^___^ Petosky stones
are really neat. They're fossilized coral from the inland sea that
used to cover Michigan in prehistoric times. Petosky stones are only
found in Michigan, apparently, and are getting more and more rare.
Britt has a love for anthropology and archeology that is possibly
even greater than mine, and she also loves cool rocks... so I can't
wait to get home and give her this stone. ^___^
between my strangely tall chair an the strangely low table against
the wall, my legs are falling asleep... so I think I’ll finish my
coffee and head back to my aunt & uncle's place, and maybe even
try to go to sleep. Or maybe I’ll just move to that empty table
over there and do some writing... I think I’ll try that first.
you are, I hope you're having a lovely weekend! The Autumn Equinox is
almost here (YAY!!!) and then October and Halloweeny goodness
descends... I simply can't wait.
I'm sitting at my desk, in my office at the hospital, sipping coffee and reading blogs. My staffing for 19:00 is finished, and miraculously, we're not short-staffed.
The coffee isn't fabulous, but I dumped a package of hot cocoa mix into it... poor woman's mocha? Why, yes, please, thanks. ^_~
I've been cleaning my house, messing it back up and then cleaning it some more... I've made four batches of jam so far this summer. One and a half of those batches will be going to my mom, because blackberry jam is her favorite. ^_^
I've been going through boxes still, left over from last Fall, after we cleared out our storage unit. We've donated, sold, given away or thrown out so much crap, I don't know how we still have stuff to get rid of. I also don't know how the heck we accumulated so much STUFF?!? Holy wow...
Most of what's left for me to sort through are books and magazines and craft stuff. I've decided to implement a new rule for myself in regards to crafting supplies... If I don't use it within a year of purchasing/finding it, I'm going to give it away or otherwise get rid of it. I've been carting around some of my junk since high school. I graduated in 2003, so, um, yeah. I'm probably not going to use it.
The best thing I found the other day, however, was a sheet of stick-on earrings that I've probably had in my possession since I was 8 or so... that's 21 years. How the hell have I not thrown those out or given them to some other little kid by now??? Good grief. I got a good laugh about them, and put them in the "To Donate" pile. Who knows, I may make some kid's day. ^_^
Even harder than craft stuff for me to get rid of, however, are things like books and magazines. Fortunately I don't read many magazines, but the ones I do read, I tend to keep. I've sorted through about half of the foot-high stack I have, and have recycled most of them.
Books are the hardest thing for me to part with. I love books with a fierce love I find difficult to put into words. Reading has always been one of my most favorite things to do, and while I love my Kindle app on my iPod (since I can make the font bigger and the colors sepia... yay, no headaches!), it will never replace the pleasure I get from holding a physical book, smelling the paper, feeling the pages between my fingers... I want to cry when I donate my books... because to me it's like parting with old friends. There are quite a few books I'll never get rid of, because they're special as more than just a story, but I also have a bad habit of buying everything that catches my interest, and then keeping the books even if I know I'll never read them again (because I might want to... someday... maybe? And text books... I can't get rid of my chemistry book!!! I might need to look up how to convert something into Moles someday!!! Probably I won't, but you get my drift.) So I've been trying to clear my shelves of those kinds of books... so that I can keep the ones I've read so many times that they're worn at the edges. ^_^
Anyways... this blog post has now spanned almost my entire shift. I now have the staffing done for 23:00, and am off to start working on getting everything ready for tomorrow's day shift.
I'm looking forward to getting off tonight at 01:30, so that I can go home and do some more cleaning and de-cluttering... slowly but surely, I'm getting my apartment back to the way I like it; slightly messy, yet clean and uncluttered.
I hope you've had a wonderful weekend, whatever you've been up to!
I was laying in bed, half asleep the other night when an idea for a story popped into my head. So I got up, typed it out & for your reading pleasure, here it is. I haven't done any editing, so if you see something that makes you say, "OMG... what the hell is she doing?" or something like that... lemme know in the comments. ^_^
It doesn't really have a title yet, but since I have to call it something, I'm calling it 'Theodore'. It was inspired by my neighbor, her giant teddy bear and someone standing in her yard wearing something out of a Miley Cyrus video.
Please note: the above mentioned famous person does not feature in this story. Eek. @_@
When she was four, Violet's father
brought her home a teddy bear. Now, Violet's family was going through
a hard time, but her father had saved enough from here and there to
go to the thrift store and bring her home the bear he'd seen sitting
there the week before.
She was elated. Her older sister, who
was seven, turned her nose up at the idea of a second-hand bear and
stomped off to her room, ignoring the gift her father had brought
home for her.
Violet was enamored with the bear from
the second she cuddled him to her chest. She kissed her father, told
him thank you and that she loved him and love the bear and promptly
ran off to play with her new friend.
Violet took the bear outside to her
favorite spot in the yard, and they sat beneath the large oak tree
and got to know one another. She introduced herself, and then waited
for the bear to tell her his name. The bear sat and looked at her,
but didn't say anything. She was alright with that, since she didn't
much like to talk to people either.
That night, she wrapped her tiny arms
around her bear and fell asleep. And then the dream came, the bad one
that always had her waking up screaming. But this time, right as she was
about to scream, a strange and wonderful thing happened. Out marched a
tall boy in footy pajamas (complete with hood and ears), carrying a
sword. He planted himself between Violet and the thing
that always tried to get her in her sleep, and then proceeded to
chase it away. Then he came back over to Violet, knelt before her and
introduced himself as Theodore.
She stared at him
for a moment, then threw her arms around his neck and gave him a tiny
kiss on his cheek.
she said simply.
down at the small child, “You're welcome.”
Violet looked up at
him, with his strange pajamas, and asked a question she was rather
sure she knew the answer to, “You're my bear, aren't you?”
down at her again. “Not quite, but very close. I’ll keep you safe
from now on. Go back to sleep.”
Then Violet took
his hand and they walked off, back into her dreamscape.
From that moment
onward, Violet's childhood took a turn for the wonderful. She had tea
parties and make-believe games and all sorts of adventures, all of
which included her bear and Theodore.
When she was six,
and her sister was nine, her sister found Violet talking to Theodore.
Since Violet had the bear sitting next to her, her sister reasonably
assumed it was the bear Violet was speaking to.
“Does he talk
back to you, Violet?” her sister taunted.
Violet looked up at
her sister's sneer and met it with a look of utter seriousness.
“Of course he
does. Doesn't yours?”
sister stomped off. Her bear most certainly did not
talk to her. Her little sister must be crazy.
told their parents about the supposedly talking bear. They assured
her that it was just Violet's imagination, and that it was normal for
small children to have imaginary friends. This mollified her,
When Violet was
ten, her father died in an accident at the factory he'd been working
at and her world came crashing down around her. At the funeral and
graveside service, she clutched bear to her chest, while Theodore
stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. He held her steady
through the whole ordeal, and walked over to her father's grave with
her after everyone else had gone off a little ways to the chapel for
coffee and punch.
Violet felt her
father's gaze before she actually saw him, standing there in his
Sunday best on top of his newly filled grave. He looked at her and
sighed. She went over and held his hand, much to her father's
surprise. Theodore followed, close behind her. Violet's father looked
at him, “Who are you?”
said, “This is Theodore.”
Her father's newly
dead eyes widened. “You're not imaginary...”
Theodore, “I came home with the bear you gave her. It was my bear
her father, in sudden comprehension.
“So you will
continue to keep my Violet safe?”
shook Violet's father's hand, and then stepped back a little ways.
Violet looked up at
her father, “I'll be okay. And I think it's time for you to go. I
love you, Papa.”
Then she hugged him
fiercely until his shape shimmered away.
Then she cried,
silent tears running down her face. Theodore came back to her side,
took her hand and led her to a bench. He sat down beside her and
hugged her until her tears stopped. He handed her his handkerchief to
wipe her eyes on and blow her nose in. Then he tucked it back into
found her sitting there on the bench after everyone had left. She
collected her and they went home.
Because her father
had died at work, the factory, in order to avoid any trouble,
continued to pay Violet's mother the salary that Violet's father
would have earned. The deal was to do this until Violet, as the
youngest, had turned 18.
Her mother took the
money and found solace in the unfortunate place that resides inside a
who had seemingly been born peevish, became even more-so. She took to
staying away from the house and her remaining family as much as
possible, staying mostly with friends.
Violet hadn't made
many friends in school. The few she had made throughout the years
always seemed to move away, and finally around the time she turned
thirteen, she stopped trying to make friends. Teenagers, she
discovered, were quite unpleasant for the most part. And frightfully
stupid about so many things. She found she preferred the company of
her books and of Theodore, who true to his promise to Violet's
father, continued to watch over her and keep her safe, both in the
waking world and in her dreams.
fourteenth birthday, she was seated up in her favorite tree with her
bear, whom she still cuddled in her arms as she slept, and Theodore.
She was eating an apple and talking with Theodore about nothing in
particular. Her sister crept to the bottom of the tree, and upon
hearing her still talking with her “imaginary friend”, walked
resolutely into the house and told their mother she was afraid that
Violet was becoming unhinged.
Violet's mother was
usually quite absent from her daughters' lives, but she worried at
the news her youngest still talked to an imaginary someone she'd
dreamed up in her early childhood.
She pulled out the
phone book and made a call to a discreet doctor for an appointment.
The day before the
appointment, Violet's sister was in a particularly foul mood. Of
course her sister had to be crazy. If word got around school, what
would her friends all think of her?
She walked past her
younger sibling's open bedroom door, and upon seeing her curled up on
her bed with a book and her bear, she shouted, “Tomorrow the doctor
will see that you're crazy and I hope he locks you up for good!”
Then she stormed out of the house.
Violet looked at
Theodore, who was seated at the bottom of her bead, still dressed as
he'd first appeared to her, in the hooded footy pajamas, with fuzzy
ears on top. “Do you know what she's talking about?”
“Tomorrow, no matter what they ask you, you must not tell them
about me. I can't keep you safe if they make you take those pills.”
Violet nodded. Her
mother had started taking pills right after her father died, and all
the light had gone out of her eyes. She promised Theodore that she
would pretend to be their kind of normal.
And she did. The
doctor, upon the conclusion of their visit, reassured Violet's mother
that although she was quite shy, and should be encouraged to make
friends, there was nothing wrong with her. There was no need to
worry. She was a bright girl, even if she was lacking in the social
skills department. Violet's mother was so relieved, she celebrated
with an entire fifth of vodka in one go.
Violet spent the
night in her tree with her bear and Theodore, talking quietly about
the books she'd been reading and listening as he told her about books
he'd read, once upon a time.
As the sky began to
lighten, Violet climbed down out of the tree and got ready for
At school that day,
something strange happened. Violet was in the lowest grade in the
high school, and her sister was in the highest. They almost never saw
each other, much to her sister's relief. Today, however, they ran
almost right into each other. Violet's sister's lips curled in
disdain, and she mockingly introduced her friends to her crazy
sister. Violet didn't say much, aside from a polite, “Pleased to
meet you,” which seemed to make her sister all the more angry.
That night at the
dinner table, her sister asked Violet why she didn't get rid of the
ratty old bear. Wasn't she too old for stuffed animals? Violet shook
her head and said she kept him because she loved him. Her sister, not
feeling terribly mature at the moment, retorted with, “Well if you
love the damned thing so much, why don't you marry it?”
And as per usual,
Violet's face took
on a thoughtful expression. Then she smiled. When she finished
growing up, she would marry Theodore. He was, after all, the only
person she liked or who understood her or liked her. She would have
to ask him what he thought about marriage, in a few years.
When Violet was
fifteen, her sister came home one day from who knows where with a
smirk on her face. Violet braced herself, because the smirk always
meant that her sister was going to say something particularly nasty.
sister began, “I have a story for you that I think you'll find most
Violet looked at
her sister across the room, and waited.
rolled her eyes, walked further into the living room and plopped down
into the chair across from her younger sister.
“I know where
your precious Theodore came from. I know why he's so ratty and why
there are odd stains on him here and there.”
Violet held her
that you named him 'Theodore', you know?”
Violet watched as
her sister leaned back into the chair and crossed one leg over the
other at the knee.
“It seems that 15
or so years ago, there was an odd boy, probably mental or something,
that lived in that big house up at the top of Copper Hill. Seems he
had a teddy bear that he kept, even after he'd gotten too old for
such foolishness. Kind of reminds me of you... Anyways, the way I
heard it was that he killed himself one night while laying on his bed
– sliced his arms up with razors, if you believe the story. I guess
some of his blood got on his bear.”
holding her breath, felt it leave her body in a great WHOOSH.
continued, “I guess the family housekeeper loved the boy like her
own son, or something stupid like that, and kept the bear when the
family got rid of all dead Theodore's things. Terribly embarrassed by
his suicide, you know. Ugh, I mean, how ghastly!”
Violet sat still as
a statue. Her beloved Theodore had killed himself. No wonder only she
could see him. No wonder he'd been able to see her father at the
grave. And that her father had finally been able to see him. She
her sister continued, “Apparently the housekeeper died a few years
after the boy killed himself, and all her junk was donated to the
thrift store here in town. And our father bought you that stupid
bear, stained with blood from some stupid kid that couldn't cope.
What a ---”
sentence went unfinished, because for the first time ever in her
life, Violet had struck her. Open palmed, across the face, as hard as
she could. The crack resounded through the room.
Once in her
bedroom, she locked the door and shoved the chair from her desk
beneath the knob, just in case. But her sister didn't come looking
for her. She was too shocked to do much of anything for a while, but
sit there in the living room, mouth agape and hand pressed to the
print Violet had just left on her face.
The look on
Theodore's face told Violet that he'd heard her sister's story.
She walked over to
him and took his hands in her slightly smaller ones, “Is what she
said true, Theodore?”
He slowly nodded,
and then a single tear ran down his cheek. Violet hugged him tightly,
and hesitantly, Theodore hugged her back. He had only ever been
hugged by one other person before, and that person had died when
Violet was four.
He found he rather
liked being hugged by Violet. He could feel how much she loved him,
it radiated off of her in waves of deepest red.
He gently untangled
her arms from around him, and tucked her into bed with a kiss on the
top of her head. Then he took up his post of the last eleven years,
standing right beside her bed, to make sure that she stayed safe
throughout the night.
For the first night
since her father's funeral, Violet didn't dream at all. She just
slept, peacefully, with her guardian, ever vigil, at her side.
The next year
passed relatively quietly for Violet and her mother. Shortly after
Violet had turned fifteen, her sister had had her birthday. And since
her sister had turned eighteen that year, she took off with some
friends, and they hadn't heard from her since.
When Violet was
seventeen, her mother's liver finally quit trying to process the ever
increasing amounts of alcohol her mother consumed. Violet's mother
died, screaming and thrashing, in a hospital room. Violet was her
only visitor, not including Theodore, since he was never far from
After the final
scream had clawed it's way out of her mother's throat, Violet sighed
and was about to leave to get the nurse when she heard a whisper
She turned back
around. “Yes, mamma?”
Her mother's spirit
looked around, confused. Then her gaze settled on her former body.
Her eyes went wide.
“I finally had
one too many, didn't I?”
Violet sighed and
walked over to her mother, who was standing beside the bed that held
“Yes, mamma, your
body couldn't take it anymore.”
Her mother looked
at her. “I'm sorry, sweetie, I’m so sorry.”
Violet nodded her
“I know, mamma, I
know. It's okay. You were the best mother you knew how to be. And you
made sure we had food. And you never harmed us. So it's okay. You'll
be able to see Papa soon.”
It was then her
mother noticed Theodore, standing unobtrusively in a corner.
“Who is that?”
Her eyes were wide
again in fright.
“Mamma, this is
Theodore. Papa asked him to keep me safe after he died.”
“Oh my god...
blinked, “You're real!”
“Yes. And I’ll keep Violet safe. You have nothing to worry about.
So rest now.”
And with that,
Violet kissed her mother on the cheek, and like her father had done
so many years ago, her form wavered and then slowly vanished.
Violet went to get
the funeral, Violet and Theodore walked back to what was now her
house. The lawyer of her mother's estate, what there was of it, had
said that she'd left the house to Violet, since her sister hated the
place anyways. Her sister would get some money, if they were ever
able to locate her.
exhausted, but she showered and then pulled on her comfiest pair of
pajamas. Theodore, ever the polite ghost, waited for her in the
living room. He had made tea and brought out her favorite book of
poems and her bear. He tucked her in on the couch with a blanket, her
bear and a cup of hot tea, then sat next to her and read to her the
words she'd so often read to herself and to him that brought them
both such comfort, until she began to doze.
He picked up the
tea cup and brought it to the kitchen. Then he went back to her side
and stood guard over her until she awoke the next morning.
never came home, and she never heard from her again. She hoped she'd
managed to find some piece of happiness she could claim as her own,
somewhere far away from the town they'd grown up in.
eighteenth birthday, she and Theodore had a tiny but happy
celebration up in their oak tree. Violet ate far too much cake, and
she fell asleep with her head on Theodore's shoulder, and with his
arm around her.
Once in her
dreamscape, she turned to Theodore.
“Will you stay
with me? Forever?”
Theodore sighed and
looked sad. He told her how he'd only been allowed to stay with her
until she was grown up. That he'd probably have to leave soon. He
didn't really know how this all worked, since he'd never done it
Violet felt her
chest clench at the thought of not having Theodore's company, ever
“I don't want you
I love you. I have loved you since I was very small, but now I love
you more. I am in love
with you now.”
smiled another sad smile, for he too had loved this girl since she
was small, then later he'd fallen in
love with her as well.
“I love you too,”
he said simply. Then he began to shimmer and fade, just as each of
her parents had done.
Violet was not
having it this time, however. She grabbed him and hugged him to
herself, and he stopped shimmering. Then she kissed him. Not one of the
sweet, innocent kisses on the cheek that she'd given him throughout her
girlhood, but a kiss filled with passion, full on his mouth.
shimmering and fading entirely, more from being too startled to finish
what he'd been doing, than anything. He'd never been kissed before.
At least, never like that.
It was the best
thing he'd ever felt in his life... or his after-life. It was even
better than Violet's hugs.
“Violet, I don't
know how to stay in the waking world with you. I don't know if I
She smiled up at
him and told him not to worry. That she knew what to do. That all he
had to do was guard her while she slept tonight, like he always did.
he would guard her for one more night, and told her that once she
awoke, what would happen, would happen.
Theodore's hand, laced her fingers with his, and they walked off
deeper and further into her dreamscape than they'd ever previously
adventured. They explored new places and met new creatures and new
people they'd never known had existed there before.
was only one difference between Violet's previous dreams and this one.
With all of her other dreams, Violet had made the daily decision to wake up
once morning came. This time, however, she made the decision to not
wake up. Ever again.
And so Violet and
Theodore, bound by his promise to guard her and keep her safe for one
more visit to her dreamscape, found their way to stay together. For
And they are still
there to this day, roaming hand in hand, having adventures, talking,
laughing and kissing (amongst other things). And there they will
remain, free in their love and in a world of their choosing.
I hope you enjoyed that, and that you have a lovely and love-filled Sunday.
It's been a beautiful week or two here in Bellingham... nice and warm and sunny. All my porch plants are growing like mad. The giant sunflower "sprout" we got from Britt's folks has tripled (or more) in size in just the past 10 or so days. ^_^
The edible flowers I'm growing are starting to bloom, so Bachelor's Buttons and Calendula will be making their way into my salads. Yum!
The Bee Balm is attracting more than just bees... Hummingbirds have been zipping by to grab sips... one just flew by actually. She stopped to chirp at me for a bit, zipped around the Bee Balm and then flew back toward the where I think her nest is. My heart is filled to bursting when I get hummingbird visits. =D
Macha has been out on the porch with me everyday to help water the plants... and flop about and eat catnip. She also keeps munching on my spinach and lettuces... which I chase her away from, since I want to eat them.
I have tons of tiny, green tomatoes... in a few days/weeks I'll have all the tomatoes I'll ever want. I simply can't wait. ^______^
I'm also getting ready for jam-making! I think this next stretch of days off I'll make some raspberry jam... or maybe try some raspberry-peach jam. Blackberry jam time is looming on the horizon, but not quite yet. I'd wanted to make strawberry jam this year, but missed the season. And buying fruit from a store to make the jam seems like cheating to me... =P
I planted some pickling cucumbers, as I've been wanting to try my hand at making pickles, and as soon as I'm done here I'm going to go tie up a trellis for them and finish tying up my tomatoes... it's getting gusty this afternoon, and we're supposed to get rain all weekend, so I need to make sure my tall plants are ready. ^_^
Off I go then! I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! I'll be at work this weekend (boo...), but at least I get to play in the greenery on my porch each day before I go.
Welcome to our annual Mad Tea Party! This is one thing I look forward to every single year... ^_____^
This year's tea party is particularly
special because it falls not only on a Full Moon, but a Super moon
(aka a Perigee Full Moon)!
When the moon passes closest to the
earth during its orbit, it's call a Super Moon... and as you can
imagine, the Moon appears bigger than usual in the sky and the tides
tend to be higher.
This year, we'll have a total of five
Super Moons... so if you missed the first two New Moons in January,
you'll still have the Full Moons of July (tonight!!!), August and
September to catch a glimpse. ^_^
We all know that the Moon has been tied
to madness for quite some time... Wereanimals (especially wolves)
have some moon issues, and the word “Lunatic” is defined by the
Online Etymology Dictionary as having come from the French word,
lunatique, meaning one that
is “affected with periodic insanity, dependent on the changes of
the moon.” The French verb, lunage
(insane) and the Latin, lunaticus (moon-struck)
also tie madness and the Moon together in a nice little straight
what better night for a Mad Tea Party, I ask you? None. Tonight is
the perfect night. ^_~
without further ado, let's go!!!
into my garden (said the spider to the fly...)
not really, but won't you please sit with me on my porch and have
in my goblin tea pot... filled to the brim with Earl Grey crème...
favorite books are old friends that stay with me always...
cup from my mother... filled with rich, creamy goodness.
special, just for all of you. ^_^
read Tarot for myself for a few years now, and now I’m going to do
my first ever reading for someone else...
I get to our reading, I want to just say this:
don't have much experience with Tarot, let me tell you that there are
no “bad” cards. There are cards that may bring to light shadow
aspects of ourselves that we don't like much & need to work on,
but that's it. Also, I’m not telling your future. ^_^ We each have
the power to create and change our now and our tomorrow... Tarot is a
way to help us get to know ourselves better... ask questions of
ourselves... delve deeper than is always comfortable... and help
trigger our creativity so that we can always be our best selves. ^_^
sat and sipped my tea beneath the full and gorgeous moon, I pulled a
card for each astrological sign and focused on what each of us might
need to hear right now.
For you I drew the Four of Swords. Swords might seem ominous, but for
the sleeping girl on the card they are a marker for where she's
sleeping. The fourth sword is her own, resting beside her, waiting
for her to wake up and once again go into action. This card may
indicate that you need to take some good care of yourself and rest.
Relax. Make sure you're not letting yourself get burned out! Do
something for yourself that renews you, so that you can go back to
your daily tasks reinvigorated.
The Ace of Swords is your card tonight. Aces are indicative of new
beginnings, and the Ace of Swords is telling you that you possess
amazing inner strength and power. This inner strength along with
determination and courage will help you lead a situation to victory.
As Peter Parker (Spiderman) learned from his Uncle Ben, however, with
great power comes great responsibility. If you're currently in a
position of power or if you find yourself in a new one, make sure
that you use your powers to affect positive change.
The Five of Cups came up for you. This card may look unpleasant, with
a woman yelling at her husband about the three spilled cups, but keep
your eyes on the two cups that remain standing & filled with
possibilities. These two remaining cups along with the still blooming
rose show that even though a relationship in your life (romantic,
platonic or even your relationship with yourself) might be strained,
imperfect or rocky, with hard work, patience and understanding the
relationship can be mended. Also, good communication here is key! And
remember, once a wound heals and scars, the scar tissue is much
stronger than the original skin.
Tonight, your card is The Chariot! This card is calling for you to
boldly go where no wo/man has gone before. The Chariot has places to
go, people to meet and adventures to be had. The Unknown is calling
to you... You've got the strength and experience of your past to
support you, so create your strategy and then implement it. Your life
will take off in new and wonderful ways.
I drew for you the King of Swords tonight. The King of Swords is a
strong leader, with the ability to use his willpower to get done what
needs to get done. He is determined, logical and disciplined. Do you
see yourself as a leader? Chances are that even if you don't, other
do. Sometimes the best leaders are the ones that feel “least
qualified” to lead. If you're given the opportunity to lead, take
it! Even if it feels waaaaaaaay out of your comfort zone. After all,
if we never leave our comfort zones, we'll never grow. ^_^
The card I drew for you is Strength. This card isn't about physical
strength, necessarily, so much as inner
strength. Our physical power will only get us so far in tough
situations, but our inner strength, willpower and endurance will
carry us through the hard times and into the good things beyond. This
card tells us that we need to be secure in ourselves, as this will
give us a great wellspring of inner strength to tap into when life
gets rough. Other aspects to this card include both courage and
compassion, as well as having the strength to stay in control over
our emotions and our mindset. Life may be serving us up a great,
steaming pile of shit, but we are always in control of how we choose
to deal with things.. and whether we're going to wallow or actively
try to make our situation better. ^__^
You, my dears, got the Ace of Pentacles. Now as I said earlier, Aces
indicate new beginning. If you look closely at the pentacle that the
dragon is holding, you'll see that not only does this pentacle
contain the entire universe, a new star has just been formed in the
very center. This star-baby has all the potential to grow into
something truly spectacular. Right now is a great time to “plant
seeds” of what you want for your future self. Think about what
you'd like your future to look like. Now think of what you can do now
to help those seeds grow and mature so that your future will be
filled with the things you not only want, but have worked hard to
As a March baby, this is my sign... and for us, I drew the Six of
Wands. This card is all about celebration and victory! If you look at
the card, you'll see a newly transformed creature emerging from it's
cocoon, surrounded by the uplifted hands of those celebrating the
change. Sometimes life is rough & we feel the need to withdraw
into ourselves, into our safe cocoon. If we do things right, however,
we'll emerge again better and stronger than before. Each time life or
circumstances knock us down, if we're able to get up & learn from
our mistakes, change and evolve, we'll be constantly morphing into
newer, better, stronger versions of ourselves. Sometimes change is
hard, painful and just plain sucks. But know that if we allow
ourselves to dip into our creativity and evolve to meet the new
challenges, we'll be okay and we'll come out the other side a newer,
more amazing version of ourselves.
For you, I’ve drawn the Eight of Wands. This card cautions against
hastily made decisions and those decisions made without having all
the information available to you. The woman is getting ready to chop
down the wands, and is so intent on her task that she fails to notice
the crow flying her way, bearing important information –
information that might alter her course of action significantly if
she were to be receptive to it. Make sure that you have all your info
before you make any significant decisions. This will lead you to
making better choices, as well a hopefully help you avoid having to
back-track or re-do things.
The Queen of Wands is your card tonight. This queen is confident and
self-assured. She is well-liked, and people feel drawn to her. You,
my dear Capricorns, are amazing. Be confident in who you are, and
people will feel this confidence radiating off of you. I know that
when I’m around someone who radiates self-confidence, everyone
around them seems to feel it... and it's awesome. So often we're told
that to be confident or assertive is to be arrogant (or a bitch, if
you're a woman...); This couldn't be farther from the truth. In fact,
it's just about as opposite as things can get. There will be people
who don't like true self-confidence in others, but those are usually
the ones who lack their own self-confidence and use arrogance as
camouflage. The Queen of Wands is telling you to be confident in who
you are, and you'll inspire others to be the same. Self-confidence is
one of those wonderful gifts that really does keep on giving.
Tonight you got the Page of Cups. This card shows a woman soothing a
lost sea creature while on her way to put him back in the water,
where he lives. In thanks for her kindness and compassion, the sea
creature offers her a pearl. There is so much suffering all around
us, every day, that it's easy to become numb to it. This card is all
about compassion and keeping our eyes open, then doing something,
even something tiny, to alleviate that suffering. This could be
anything from volunteering somewhere to moving a spider outside
instead of killing it to something as simple as giving someone a
genuine smile. Smiles are tiny pieces of kindness that make others
feel good... and you'll feel good too. Also, there's a little piece
of folklore that says if you find a spider in your house &
release it outside instead of killing it, you get to ask the spider
a question... and she'll answer you, even if it's not quite in the
way you'd expect. ^_^
last but not least...
Tonight your card is the Seven of Wands. The child on the card has
been lost, but has just discovered the path leading home. This card
is about going through a struggle and coming out victorious. Life can
throw us nasty curve balls and things seem like they're totally
FUBAR. This card tells us that even though we're feeling lost,
confused, frustrated and scared, if we keep going we'll find our way
through. This card does not
promise that it'll be easy, but it does say that there is
an end to the tunnel, and there's light at the end too. If you're
going through a hard time right now, know that if you keep working,
keep walking and don't give up, you'll find your path out and home.
And I’m rooting for you!
you have a glorious time partying with everyone this weekend!!! Make
sure you visit our most lovely hostess, Vanessa over atA FancifulTwist!!!
then... this lunaticus
is off to do some more dancing under this gorgeous moon, but I thank
you muchly for coming over for some tea... and Tarot. ^_^