#fog magic

[thecraftywitches]

Tap into the dreamy energy of fog, the softness of mist, and the strange charm of haze. Nature’s blurriest moments might just be your strongest magic.

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[bookburns]

WHOA! Let’s change fonts. That is a misleading O.

[farmandbarn]

Just some kid books today

Tuesday, 12 June 2018

Spent time organizing some old books. Felt nice to work indoors, even if just for a bit. Some were recognized from childhood. Most in a happy way but one or two I remember having disliked. Where the Red Fern Grows especially. Don’t remember what it was about-- just that I hated it. Think it was in the sixth grade but I’m not positive. That was also the year that our teacher read to us aloud Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. The whole thing. Took a few weeks. She was going through a divorce at the time. Now it makes sense.

I found these two up there:

Haven’t read Tuck Everlasting but I’ve heard good things about it. Something about a disappointing ending though. But that might work for me. Endings often irritate me. Take the movie Dodgeball. Happy ending, right? Not really a surprise. But the director (if I remember correctly) was going to have an abrupt ending where the good guys simply lose. Everything. They lose everything and the credits roll. That’s it and I love it.

I read Bridge to Terabithia for the first time only a few years back. Powerful stuff. And I don’t mean that sarcastically. This copy I found today had some beautifully stark black-and-white illustrations:

When I opened it up, I found myself on the page below. [Spoiler!] I don’t mind saying I cried again, reading these words. I may have to reread this one. And then the name of the chapter. I mean, goddamn. Simple. Perfect. Gut-wrenching.

Reminds me of my all-time favorite line from Shakespeare:

never, never, never, never, never!

On a lighter note, found this bizarre title:

What can I say? No. Just, no. 

But, to be fair, it was mostly stuff like, Look both ways before crossing the street and Don’t get into strange vans driven by strangers.

Oh, and I found Fog Magic. It has one of those silver medals so I guess it must be famous and well loved. Never heard of it. The title’s great and I love the images it brings to mind.

Imagine creating an impenetrable fog by sheer will. Then the old ones and the nameless ones cross over. They partially obey this little girl who is slowly realizing that she has no feelings. Why couldn’t Lovecraft have written this?

Again, don’t know what it’s really about. But I can dream.

...

Didn’t spend much time thinking about myself today. About my life, I mean. And so, well, I felt pretty ok.

Kind of a sad commentary there but... true.

[heatherwitch]

Chants to bring fog and mist

To bring fog:

“Tumbling skies, bring darkness below. A blanket of fog, both gentle and slow. Thick as a forest, light as a kiss, coat the lands in your softness, bring me your bliss.”

To bring mist:

“From the clouds above, and the seas of old - I summon whispers of water with air below. Line the trees, line the skies and allow me to see, breathe hints of the ancients, breathe hints of the free.”

[jahoctopus]

illustration by Lynd Ward

[allisonrosecast]

And now my watch begins. 🗡❄️