Irritated and Tired.

I do so hate posts to complain - and so I wrote a silly ditty to sum up and lighten up (mind you this is at 3am, so I realise that now it may not read well...if at all. It make light of it all though - which is the point).

There is something in my doorway,
Solid dark and black.
And when I try and push it,
It pushes me right back.
But this is not the forest,
this is not it's space,
and while I hate to be so rude -
This is my bloody place!

There is something in the darkness,
When I turn off the light.
It grabs my arms and pulls me up,
Even if I fuss and bite.
"But this is not your bushland,
no swamp or field about,
So if you'll be so kind now
Get the bloody hell out!"

And obviously I'm no poet - but ditties make me laugh and these two creatures have really been the last straw in mischief around these parts lately. I mean honestly! It is not hard to know I want to be left alone.
*sighs*

I hope to have more positive and interesting news when I am more awake.

Solstice

After celebrating the Summer Solstice (yes - early, but it's when everyone is free) in what was a deliciously pretty ritual, I can't help but feel renewed for the coming year. The weather was so very perfect and we all feasted under the oaks and danced and sang. Someone told me they felt faeries around during the ritual - but far more delightful to my friend and I, we were watched in our ritual by beautiful ravens.

Unfortunately this refreshed and hopeful feeling has been doused a bit as the long summer days and warm nights mean I am getting to sleep in early morning instead of late-ish night - yet I awake at the same time. A tired Meg is (..apparently amusing if you are Malik) not the best for seizing the day, most especially as I've been tormented with nightmares (real nightmares...no mischevious creatures) and have only managed to lull back to sleep with the sultry siren's call of my Ipod (think very gentle Enya, Wendy Rule or soft chants).

There are many things in the works, ill people needing tending, old friends re-appearing, new projects, old dreams....It truely is the silly season - is it not?

Halloween Fall Out

Waking up after my halloween celebrations was nothing less than delicious. The weather felt wonderful and there were crumpets in the toaster wafting me some lovely smells. I never really expected to see anything during the day after All Hallow's Eve, which is probably why I yipped when the little fleck of light flew right at my face.

Naturally no one else saw it, but it was like a led-light, bright white and hurtling towards my face - no wings, no alteration in speed or height - a smooth sail as if it had been propelled long ago and had forgotten to fall to the earth.

Did anyone else have some after-math of Halloween?

Aside the below posts and all the cleaning and packing away they hint at, the clean-up went rather quickly. Just in time to start cooking for the grand lunch on Saturday for my dear friend's birthday. The Society and Guests have all been madly creating and honestly I can't wait. You'll no doubt hear of it soon.

I woke up this morning to the dawn chorus and cool summery morning, walked down for breakfast and found a nice big huntsman spider on the window to greet me. I hope he stays there until tonight - what a lovely spooky decoration he'd make!
My friend Oz stayed the night after staying late to help us decorate for tonight and (being an early riser) I got a chance to see her set off for work with her halloween decorations and halloween twist (a rather retro skull theme) on her corporate wear.
After that I bounded (yes - Halloween is probably the only time I 'bound' around) in to Malik and woke him up like a five year-old on Christmas wakes a parent. Only I'm sure that the parents don't throw pillows at their children. No matter.

I hope you all have a very happy Halloween and hopefully once this is all over with I can come back to posting more non-halloween-centred posts!

Halloween

Halloween is my absolute favorite time of year. In Australia it hits in spring, right when the days are long and the twilight hours strech on forever. We sit on our verandah on cushions and drink Malik's delicious concoction of a soupy drink that tastes oddly of pumpkin and string lights or skeletons up in the bushland we back on to.

Everyone will come over and we will celebrate - not as a cheap holiday, but a time when the veil is thin, when we have every excuse to toast those who have passed and those who never existed in the same breath while dressed as who we always wanted to be.

Oz will tell her warped tales by candle light and Malik will convince everyone of his silver-tongued nonsense and sit perched on a make-shift bar with Annie's table of culnary delights within easy reach, Evie will read fortunes and someone will pick up a guitar or pipes and we'll all dance like folktale gypsies until someone sprains an ankle (like last year - and even then people kept stealing the ice from the ice-pack to add to their drinks) and at midnight we'll make a toast and cheer on the night like banshees.

When we just about faint from exhaustion we'll use blankets and jackets and I'll fall asleep by the window watching the creatures outside our property lines and tell whomever asks what's out there the truth and then make them some of our sleeping tea so they can find comfort again.

And the next morning will feel like Janurary first - as if it should be different, as if the world should be wild now - but it's not and we all sleep in a little longer and make breakfast and then totter in to the same beautiful world we left. And we'll take down the decorations and wind up back here in the evening - curled on the pourch.

Image from google, article direct excerpt from my diary article to be seen in the zine

Fawns, Zines and Other Misc Things

Yesterday I had the delight of sitting near an older man on the train who looked most exactly as a Fawn or Satyr should look. I very nearly told him so, only holted but the concern that he would misunderstand the compliment and take it as an insult.

I am being tempted by a dear and persuasive friend to put out a zine (ofcourse with Malik as well) with Twilight-esque style writings, but I am stuck as to what people are interested in reading about. If you'd be so very kind I would love to know what you enjoy reading both here an other places.

I have read a few zines and enjoy them, but none are quite what I'd write. Looking on the net it seems a lot review things - but I was thinking instead of having a regular review of wishing wells/wishing trees/etc. I've already set my friends to find some to review (if anyone knows of any around Victoria please comment and let me know).

Also my dear friend's party is coming up and we've started to put together party bags with candy, old folk spells, incense and tiny figurines of the odd and charming variety. We picked balloons yesterday and found the most charming cream and grey streaked kind, which we'll team with maroon and spider-print (from the halloween section) ones in clusters.

Writing by Moonlight

The other day it was beautiful, in fact beautiful weather seems to be happening more and more - you can see it in people, as if someone's promised them soul candy. It's lovely...

I'm getting distracted though - which is odd as it happens every time I try and tell someone about this event. Which seems fitting really.

In the same park as the pixie-lead post I went for a walk to try to get to the top of a lovely hill I often see from a distance...I walked and walked and walked...
...and walked...every path lead away from it, or turned tail and ducked behind trees and right when I thought I should be at the base I looked out from between tree trunks to find no hill.
Usually I have such a good sense of direction and it is not all that hard to find a large hill, at least that is what I thought...

What story would you tell me about this disappearing hill?