Wednesday, February 2, 2011
I've got chaos on the brain. Thinking about midsummer and the cusp between perfect verdant, beautiful, restrained growth and wild, dangerous, savage tangled overgrowth.
Thinking about concepts of fairies and brownies and Pan and Puck... Wild things on the edges. Things that seem innocent and sweet, and then, when the light is right (wrong?) fall under a darker shadow of mischief, toward mayhem.
Pondering chaos, wild things and our own wild edges.
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Ooh, that reminds me of a dream I had recently that was reminiscent of your nighttime encounter. Some faeries or little demons were hopping all over my bed, and it was quite terrifying as the bed was just rolling and heaving, until I made them into kittens instead and they snuggled in all around me.
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