SeaHeart

My life in the past few weeks, in lovely little digestible noms~

<3 I got my Star Girl added to my fairy tale sleeve, FINALLY!



( Her heart was filled with stars )

<3 We picked poppies from a wild field~



<3 I'm working endlessly on editing Twixt. I have this totally unrealistic goal of being finished with edits by my birthday, July 6th. XDDDD Um. We'll see what happens.

<3 We're planning our first annual Midsummer extravaganza, which we're endlessly excited about and covered in glitter for.

<3 All of our fur babies are finally healthy~ I gave baths to Pan and Poesy last night, and told Link he was far too clean and dainty to get one. XD To which I'm sure he agreed. My two little wild muppets are always tangled in something, and their taller and more more esteemed brother is fretting on the sidelines while they chase frogs and find more ways to store grass clippings in their coats. XD

Poesy--practically CLEAN, compared to what usually happens on such outings. XD


<3 We finally have our vegetable garden rotatilled! I'm going to be consecrating the ground on Thursday (the full moon) and planting on Saturday~ My excitement knows no bounds~ <3

<3 I'm surrounded by people who love me and believe in me and my stories and never, ever, ever let me give up. That's pretty incredible, and something I am endlessly and forever grateful for. <3333333

I'm sitting outside, feet bare and dug deep into the soft grasses. Overhead, branches interlace, tree hands holding one another up against the sun...it's like a stained glass window, sunshine pouring through the thin green. There are tiny puffs floating through the air; spiderwebs, woven through the branches, occasionally sparkle. The thick trunks of pines rise up, towering above me, surrounding me. A little bit away is a hawk's nest. The babies keep calling to her, and she'll wheel back, come and nuzzle them (perhaps reprimand them for their crying...I wish I spoke Bird). Everything is so warm and softly edged and delicate and beautiful with the bees buzzing from tiny flower to tiny flower, and the trees growing ever higher, though it's something you can't even see. I feel like I'm in a faerie world, a magical place, hallowed ground, but outside this thicket there are buildings and corporate offices, pavement and concrete, street lamps and idling cars. Even here, there's the hum of my laptop, the clear glass of my water, my Ganesh bracelet that I've set down in the grass so I can type better. But the magic doesn't mind. It grows, despite these influences, it tangles itself ever higher toward the sun, spreading vines down onto the sidewalk, growing closer toward Man and his paths.

A bee, giant, bumble, drifts closer to my bare foot, pauses on a grass stem. "You shouldn't be able to fly," I tell him, smiling. "That's what they say." His cheerful buzzing, the way he pauses, as if relaxing for a long, cool moment...it's as if he is a lesson, in and of himself. But what am I to a bumblebee? He probably doesn't even see me, know I'm here. When we look for messages, for magics, in the hawk and the cloud and the bee...what if they're looking for magic in us?

The bumblebee leaves, flying. Scientists say it's impossible for a bumblebee to fly, and he spends every moment of his life proving them wrong.

A tiny moment, out of time. Which I share with you~ <3