I saw a comment yesterday saying this week was Halloween week. I had to check the calendar to be sure - Yep, it is. Since next week starts a new month, then that really makes this weekend the party time designated for all the magic, ghosties and witches to come out and and play.
As I drove into town I was able to partake of the real magic that comes in with October. The Dragon's Breath that blows in, changing the temperatures from Summer/Fall soon to create the frozen Winter landscapes.
As each layer is peeled away, the veil between the Mundane and Magical worlds becomes thinner. We invite those who have been hidden from us to come in and play. We dress up so we can even mingle with them.
I remember the innocent fun in what we chose to wear as we walked among the ghost, vampires and monsters that prowled the streets that night. For back then we knew we were still safe (within reason)... especially because we didn't travel alone. That was one night one just traveled in a pack.
As our monsters have changed over the years to ghouls and the walking dead zombies, the main thing is still how we face our fears of the season. As this final layer of shadow magic draws to a close, sending back the fears and darkness behind the Veil for another year, my hubby's favorite saying pops into my head. "Have a nice day because the alternative sucks", in a way applies - discovering what our fears are and poking a little fun at them can help to make them disappear leaving a nice new day out there.
When I started on this path of teaching myself to sculpt I really didn't have any idea where it would take me. In the beginning I thought I would start with sculpting baby faces.
So naturally I turned then to the older child/young adult face. This is where I decided my children could teach me what I wanted to know. This is also where I found out more than I ever wanted to know. Every time I would start a new sculpture on one of my sons, something would happen. After the third son lost his job... or girlfriend (whichever the case it was), I decided I couldn't "afford" to sculpt them and moved on to the classic beautiful woman's face.
They are so interesting to me and when I can still see that sparkle of "youth" in their eyes they become so much more challenging to try and capture. That is their magic.
“Yet to be named,” Granny heard in her mind.
“It is not polite to mind talk in a group of listeners. You should speak instead,” she replied looking at the baby. She then turned to Acorn. “I should have known you would be somehow involved Acorn. When there is a little chaos brewing you always seem to be in the middle of it. I predict that you have just now become part of the biggest event this area has seen in many a year.” Before Acorn could respond, Granny turned to Dragonia and continued, “So, this is the big thing you wanted me to see. I felt the power building when I was using the tunnel to the Baron’s mansion but never expected it to be this. What will you do now Baroness?”
“What did I tell you?” Granny Flare glared at the baby.
“Hungry” replied the dragon out loud this time. Acorn jumped back a little startled. It was one thing to hear a voice in one’s head, but quite a different thing to see a dragon speak.
“Acorn, you go and find some coal oil or kerosene and the biggest bottle you can find. Baroness, we will need something tough, like leather for the baby to suck on,” commanded Granny Flare.
Acorn started to argue but the look that Granny gave him helped him to change his mind and off he went. “Remember, no one must know about the baby yet!” he heard her yell as he was leaving.
Looking at the Baroness, Granny Flare, being the house brownie that she is, continued “Now, what are we going to do about cleaning up this mess?”
“More importantly, what are we going to do so that the Village Council doesn’t find out about the baby?” replied Dragonia.
“How would I know?” snapped the Baroness. “It’s not like I have done this before.”
Too surprised to speak, they both only nodded their heads yes.
Soon the shock began to wear off and Acorn had his old snarky self back. “So, what is it’s name?” he asked Dragonia. This time the hatchling did not respond but only looked at the two.
“I think he wants us to name him,” she replied. The dragon nodded his head affirmatively.
“What will it’s name be?” she thought.
Welcome to my blog. This is where I will reveal the magic of my Fae and their stories and share with you some of the success and pitfalls through the journey of doll making, sculpting, and other crafts that all come back to my dolls in many ways.
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