Yesterday may have had alot of meaning in ways beyond me, but in my way of thinking it was pretty much a wash. Overslept church, didn't cross anything off my to-do list, didn't finish compiling/organizing my list for the week, too hot to go fishing or blackberry picking (but thats on the agenda for this morning as soon as this blog is done).
One thing that did happen is a very strange afternoon nap...I had dreams so vivid and realistic that I couldn't always discern whether it was a dream or not. Haven't been dreaming at all for awhile (yeah i know they claim we always dream but if I don't know I did, as far as I'm concerned I didn't). Started taking fish oil though...maybe thats what brought that on?
The bedtime story for Saturday night was Thumbellina...reminds me of one of my favorite night time thinkings when I was a youngen, if I found miniature "thumb high" people..all the things I could build for them, from a cereal bowl swimming pool to a ride in a remote control airplane.
But the story last night..HANSEL and GRETTLE....thats a creepy one. Here you have a mean mother that talks the caring but subdued and poverty stricken hard working father into taking his kids out into the wilderness to die of exposure. Then children hearing the story get to watch the two face the horrific thought of being eaten by a cannibalistic old witch. The "happy ending" involves them killing the old lady by incinerating her in the oven, then robbing her house and returning home where they find their mean mom has run off, and their dejected dad, about to starve to death, rejoices to see their return and they enjoy the wealth brought by the plunder.
Its one of the classics, told and retold for generations, enjoyed by probably millions, and yet...if the guy had written a summary like the one I did above and submitted it to his friends and family and publisher...I can't imagine anyway it would have made it past the critics. Thats gotta be one of the greatest determiners of whether or not things succeed...is skipping the critics and give it a go... So many times I see ideas abandoned because someone becomes convinced it won't work...so instead of letting things fly/fail ...they don't even try em.
A long list could be made of successes that were phenomenally successful, in spite of initial critics that almost kept them from appearing. Of course a long list could be made of phenomenal failures that were forewarned as failures by critics but ignored...and there are many failures that the critics thought would be wonderfully successful. The moral of the story is...if You believe in giving it a go...give it a go, don't look for someone to talk you out of it, cause you'll find em. Don't look for someone to talk you into it...cause you'll find them too. But neither of those can see the future.
Last night about 8pm I put 4 logs and a bag of trash in the firepit. Now almost 11 hours later it is still smoldering and filling the air with smoke. Why can't fires ever last that long in the cold of winter!!
Manually killed one more tick yesterday...so it wasn't a complete wash.
Time to go take a bath in skin-so-soft (those bugs HATE that stuff)...and then wake up ms. Grace Kelly and get her all oil soaked, then we're going to head for the blackberry patch and the pond. Got a busy day today!
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Well, it sounds like a fun day coming up. Sometimes we just need a "down" day to let the marbles roll where they choose.
Fairy Tales are a lost art in todays world. I have studied these for quite a while and they if you were lucky enough to pick up a copy of the actual Fairy Tales from the brothers Grim unedited you will see most of them are rather gruesome and would be rated "R" if made into a movie.
They were from an era where children were taught by and kept in line by fear. It was far easier to scare a child into doing what they were told than to work with them. Not that it was a bad thing but these were times where parents loved their children but also viewed them as an added labor resource as well as having very little leisure time to work, play, or otherwise interact with their family. They needed a sure fire fast way to keep the little ones in line...
Ah, Fairy Tales. The name itself is evocative. There is always more to them, I believe, than meets the eye. Especially the "modern" eye. As a "scientific" culture, we've lost the art of teasing out some of the deeper messages I think. Or thinking in images for that matter that speak to the deeper psyche. Consider...
Hansel and Gretel tell a story of childhood dependence on parents for survival and their very real fears of abandonment. It's about them confronting their fears, even in fantastic forms, and discovering they have resources to overcome real as well as imaginary dangers. By doing so they discover treasure that was inaccessible without these trials.
It is interesting that their "guides" along this journey were birds, who helped orchestrate the entire series of events. The white dove that says goodbye, the birds that take away the easy way back, the singing of the bird that leads them to the gingerbread house, the white duck they ride for their passage back.
One way to get at these meanings, I believe, is to observe how you would "feel" hearing this story as a child (or ask yours when you read it to them) and then think of those feelings from what you've learned as an adult. Going the otherway obscures it, like trying to follow a breadcrumb trail back home ;-)
i had a nightmare that my brother and i were h and g when i was little. hey, i made a blog. and i don't have your email cuz i forgot to add it to my address book. so poo on me.
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