Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Yule Fairy (part two)

Category: Family Fairy Tales

Journal: Thirteen-Story Building

Date: 12-21-2009



Ivy Twinklesparkle, like all air fairies who could harness the power of the sun, flew at the speed of light. It did not take her long to get anywhere. In the blink of an eye, the little fairy was at the North Pole. She saw a castle made of ice and knocked a door-knocker that was in the shape of a green man made of leaves. She giggled as the bells jingled from the wreath above. The door opened and a young fairy page peeked out at her. He thought Ivy was very beautiful, with her long blond hair and ice blue eyes, so he blushed before he could say anything.

"Come in, you must be Ivy." He guided her in. "My name is Spruce Sprywrite. I am an earth fairy and page to the Holly King and the Evergreen Queen. I will let them know you are here. Please wait here in the Great Hall."

Ivy watched Spruce zip on ice skates through a tiny crack in the large doors at the end of the room. The Great Hall was filled with so many twinkling and sparkling things that Ivy felt welcome and cozy right away. There were wrapped candies in silver bowls, tall evergreen trees decorated with shiny ornaments, and all along the walls were magic snowflakes that reflected the smiling faces of all of the children in the world. Ivy floated around the walls looking at all the smiling children, when she came across the face of the little girl she had seen when she landed on Earth. Under the face of this happy little girl was her name, Alyrica.

The big doors flew open then and a twinkling of music flooded into the Great Hall. Spruce skated back to her quickly and circled around her three times before he stopped in front of her, smiling. His green eyes sparkled like emeralds. She giggled.

"The Holly King and The Evergreen Queen welcome you into the heart of their home." Spruce said as he motioned toward the room beyond the doors.

"Thank you, Spruce," Ivy said and started to fly off.

Spruce caught up with her and handed her an envelope. "It was nice to meet you, Ivy."

Then he skated off the other way. Inside the envelope was a card. The cover of the card had a glittery snowflake on it. Inside the card, there was a tiny silver pen attached. Spruce had written 'Have a Merry Solstice, Ivy. I hope to see you again before Yule is over! Love and Gratitude, Spruce Sprywrite.' Ivy thought this was very nice of Spruce.

As she flew closer to the big doors, she noticed the room was full of colorful lights. When she entered, she saw two thrones near a fireplace. On the silver throne, there sat a redheaded woman in a long green dress who smiled at Ivy. On the golden throne, there was a large and jolly old man in a red suit.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! It's Ivy Twinklesparkle!" He said in a friendly, booming voice. "Welcome to the North Pole and to our home!"

"Thank you both very much!" Ivy curtsied.

"I am Santa Nicholas Claus, the Holly King." Said the King.

"And I am Mrs. Eve Claus, the Evergreen Queen." Said the Queen.

"It's nice to meet you both. Tapper the bunny told me to ask you about this." Ivy said as she spread some sundust into the air in front of them.

"You are the newest Yule Fairy, little one." The Holly King beamed. "Every nine years, another is born so that the Yule Fairies can retire here. Their kingdom is in the east wing of our castle. But before I introduce you to the Yule Fairies of the past, I would like to tell you about what we do in my workshop first. Please, come with me."

Ivy followed him into another room. There was a frenzy of activity! There were elves skating around quickly and making things. One of them, who appeared to be the oldest, approached the door and greeted her.

"Welcome to Santa's Workshop! I am Alfred the Elder Elf. I manage the toy-making business here at the North Pole Castle. We are twelve elves who are chosen from all across the country to help Santa create toys for the world's children during their winter holidays. There's Elfie, Sami, Carol, Alpine, Shay, Eldon, Holly, Luca, Yuliana, Shep, and Star."

"Happy Holidays!" They shouted cheerfully, taking only a split-second break before going back to work.

"It's nice to meet you all! I'm Ivy Twinklesparkle."

"The Yule Fairy has arrived!" Alfred exclaimed and everyone cheered.

"Keep up the good work, friends." The Holly King said and guided Ivy on through another hallway. "You see, Ivy, there are many holidays throughout the world that happen during the winter and we all work together to make them the best they can be for everyone, especially the children. As Yule Fairy, you play a major role in everything we do. Not only do you do most of the deliveries, but your sundust also allows our nine reindeer and my sleigh to fly throughout the night on what many people in the world call Christmas Eve. Much like the Winter Solstice and the rest of the twelve days of Yule, Christmas is a time for family and friends to enjoy each other's warmth and love while the Northern Hemisphere is at its coldest. Once Yule begins, the days gradually start to get longer as the Sun is out more. This whole season is a time for rejoicing in the miracle of life. People do this in many different ways. On the Southern Hemisphere, the seasons are opposite...but these holidays are still celebrated there too. All of us here at the North Pole do our best to give what we can to the animals and children of the Earth to spread peace and joy to all."

"I'm honored to be a part of it!" Ivy twinkled. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, and thank you! Now let me introduce you to the Yule Fairies. We still have a few things to do before you begin your journey this Yule." The jolly man said as they reached another door.

He opened it and there was a crisp gust of wind from outside. Ivy saw the largest, most breathtaking evergreen tree decorated in the most beautiful icicles and crystals she had ever seen. She could not take her eyes off of it.

"This is the Yule Tree. It is the oldest and most magical tree in the world. The Yule Fairies and their families rule the kingdom within these branches, but you will rule once the twelve days of Yule have passed this year. The current fairy queen is Natalie Tinselwind. One moment and I will summon her."

The Holly King stood for a moment, silently admiring the Yule Tree. "I am an old friend to this tree." He said. Then the Holly King pulled a green pouch from his pocket and opened it. He took out some silver tinsel and scattered it into the air in front of the tree. The wind picked it up and spread the tinsel evenly upon the branches. The Ivy noticed it wasn't just a gust of wind, it was another air fairy like her.

The King bowed. "Queen Natalie, this is our newest Yule Fairy, Ivy Twinklesparkle."

The Fairy Queen flew down softly, like a snowflake, to greet Ivy. Her silver blue gown and long white hair floated with the breeze. Her skin was darker than Ivy's skin, but they had the came ice blue eyes. Ivy could see she was very beautiful.

"Welcome, Yule Fairy." She said with a soft smile. "Let me show you our kingdom."

"I will see you again later, fairy friends." They waved to the Holly King as he winked and went inside.



Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The Yule Fairy (part one)

This is the first part of a story I began for Alyrica last year...finishing it this year. Breaking the mold of only writing on Wednesday because, well, it's Yule...


Category: Family Fairy Tales

Journal: Thirteen-Story Building

Date: 12-21-2009



The Yule Fairy

by Felina Lune Kavi


Once upon a December, a tiny air fairy was born during a solstice snowstorm and her name was Ivy Twinklesparkle. She floated down to earth on a snowflake. She loved snow, ice, frost, and wind…but her favorite thing was light. As her snowflake fell closer to a city, she could see so many lights of all different colors and shapes. Her snowflake landed on a blue one that was part of a display outside of a home in the heart of the city. The blue light was so warm on that longest night, that the snowflake melted.

Ivy flew to the nearest window to look inside. There she saw a little girl and her parents wrapping lights and garland around a tree in their living room while a happy cat was batting a glittery bow across the floor. When the little girl smiled, her blue eyes twinkled. This made Ivy very happy.

She watched the family decorate their home. There were candles, wreaths, ornaments, lights, garlands, stockings, and presents…all of them shining and sparkling as if to welcome the sun. Then Ivy heard something scampering across the snow below the window. It was a chubby little bunny trying to get her attention.

“Are you the new Yule Fairy?” The bunny asked her.

“Me?” Ivy asked, though she didn’t see any other fairies around. “I don’t know. What’s a Yule Fairy?”

The bunny could barely contain his excitement. He began hopping back and forth as he explained. “The Yule Fairy brings solstice sundust to our Earth during the twelve days of Yule. She sprinkles the snowflakes and everything with it! Every nine years, the Yule Fairy retires and another one is born. All of the animals help to find her by seeing which fairy makes the sundust. The Yule Fairy is a great friend to us animals because her sundust catches light and warms the snow into water. When the snow melts and the Sun shines stronger, that’s when Spring returns. We’re very grateful to the Yule Fairy for this so we animals help her in any way we can. She also gives gifts of food to all the animals on the longest night of the year, the Winter Solstice, to show her love and gratitude. We heard there was going to be a new fairy born this Solstice who would possess the power to create and use solstice sundust. It’s a very rare talent.”

“Wow!” Ivy smiled. “How does the Yule Fairy create sundust?”

“I don’t know, but it comes out of her fingertips!” The bunny’s eyes were wide with wonder.

Ivy shook her fingertips but nothing happened. “Am I doing it right?”

“All you do is point them at whatever you want to shower with sundust. Oh! Oh yeah, I almost forgot! The Yule Fairy always says something while she’s doing this.”

“What does she say?”

“It’s different with every Yule Fairy. The last one always said ‘Tinselwind!’ but I’ve heard that some have said ‘Flickerfly!’ or ‘Glitterglow!’ too. I wonder what your magic word is.”

Ivy tried a few different words, but none of them worked. Then she tried the three words the bunny had mentioned, and none of them worked either. Finally, she decided to try her last name.

“Twinklesparkle!” Ivy said with a smile.

The bunny saw the little fairy’s eyes twinkle and suddenly the snow on the ground was covered in tiny sparkles. “You did it! You’re her! You’re the Yule Fairy!”

“I’m the Yule Fairy!” She fluttered her wings with joy. “Thank you so much for your help! What is your name?”

“My name is Tapper!”

“Nice to meet you, Tapper. My name is Ivy.”

“Welcome to our city, Ivy!” said Tapper. “And I hope you’ll come back very soon, but first you should travel to the North Pole and meet the Holly King. He can explain more about what it means to be the Yule Fairy.”

Ivy kissed Tapper on his nose. “Thank you! I will see you later!”

“Have a safe journey!” Tapper shouted to her as she flew off with a flash.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

All is Change

Category: Recycled Visions

Journal: Songbird

Date: 10-26-10


All is Change

by Felina Lune Kavi


All is change.

Welcome, winds!

And yet another story begins.

Time is wise.

Let it be!

Here-now, set your watch to FREE.

Be your dream.

Open eyes!

Read yourself between the lies.

This is love.

Soul of thought!

We are one, though we forgot.

Keep the change.

Truth be told!

We are breaking from the mold.

Find your voice.

Sing your heart!

Know that we are living art.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

-->YOU ARE HERE<--

Category: Soul-of-Thought Revival

Journal: *VOICE* ("unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought")

Dates: 7-18-05 and 9-8-10


waiting womb

7-18-05

you can wander around lost and searching for something to find you, to make you know yourself for certain...you can do that, wandering forever. 



and you can search outside yourself hoping to find it in the vast but limited world of reality, because the world inside you is unlimited confusion and you can't seem to find yourself there. 



and even when the advice you hear outside tells you to look inside, you don't know where to begin to look.



you know it's been inside you all along, what you're looking for, it's been there waiting for you.



once you find it, or it finds you as it was in my case, your once hazy vision of a world with blurred edges and transitory images comes *SMACK* into focus...and everything is so clear now. everything makes sense, even nonsense. you find a purpose, you find a reason, you find a world you always wished you had but thought it was too far away from where you were...you find yourself. and you know yourself better than you could possibly imagine. better than you could ever explain. and you laugh, remembering how different you were before you knew...how opposite a world was in your view. and you cry, thinking this is the beginning of life, knowing the world before was a womb for the waiting.


Co-creating a World of Love

9-8-10

We are magnets for the experiences we need to heal us into wholeness. Look into the people in your life. Those common experiences and frustrations that bonded you in friendship, love, and understanding...they are a reflection of your own healing path, just as yours is a reflection of theirs. Even the people who irritate but you can't leave them for one reason or another...they, too, represent lessons to learn. And they are learning that same lesson.

The circumstances you find yourself in are always the right ones. Even when you feel the sting of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or the torture of making bad decisions that lead you to bad results...you were meant to find yourself there.

But these outside forces are not what define who we are.

Inside everyone is a battle between fear and love. It really boils down to that, trite as it may sound. Neither can live with the other, and each is overshadowing the other in any given circumstance.

When you act out of fear, you are not yourself...you are what you know you should discard. And guilt seeps in, then, because you know...and everything else that distances ourselves from the source of our strength begins to snowball into an avalanche. And there you are, buried and frozen until love comes again to the rescue...if you let it.

When you act out of love, you are yourself...even if it feels unfamiliar. And just as fear creates fear, love creates love. With love, however, you expand rather than contract. You grow. You learn. You love more. And you inspire others to look with eyes of love. And they grow. They learn. They love more. And they inspire others.

If fear and love were both wildfires...which would you rather watch run rampant in the world? The one that burns and destroys...or the one that purifies and restores?


Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Iris

Category: Recycled Visions
Journal: Songbird
Date: 9-1-10

Iris
by Felina Lune Kavi

We will be
a lightning storm...
epic sound and light,
a rainstick
and a thunderous drum--
we'll wake the sky at night.

I want to be
the drop of rain
that soaks into your eye,
so you can see
we're one again
when you look into the sky.

You sing the song
that brings the storm
and stirs soft-spoken rain.
Percussion sounds
the symphony;
your voice enchants my name.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Zailin Michael Linke

Category: Variations on a Theme
Journal: Songbird
Dates: March and August of 2010


(March 2010...written for Zailin's 3rd birthday that it was said he might not have)

Zailin's Song
(Everyone is Everything)


I know a boy brought down to earth,
known as Zailin upon his birth,
with cornsilk hair and lakes for eyes.
Beyond his years, this boy is wise.

Cat in the cradle caught his tongue,
too much to say and still too young.
I close my eyes to read his signs
and this is how his story shines...

Life is music, let it inspire you to be.
Arrange the notes and then you'll see
every life is a song to sing.
Everyone is Everything

He points his finger at the kite
on a day too calm for such a flight.
He imagines his burdens cast into the day,
all pain and suffering is blown away

Zailin observes the world before him
and knows the love of who adores him.
While I watch, he'll catch my eye
a playful smirk as a cryptic reply...

Life is magic, let it inspire you to be.
Wake up renewed and finally see
every life is a piece of me.
Everyone is Everything.

A myriad more than earthly being,
all the space we've not been seeing,
the boy is essence all around us.
Blessed are we that he had found us.


(August 2010)

The Little Hero

He watches superheroes
and becomes them in games.
Fantasies of fighting the good fight,
taking every evil blow--
the hero never dies.
Only imagination lets him dream
when mortality wants to wake him.
But this little boy
can't fight his enemy within.
He can't outsmart
this evil interloper
attacking and blackening his brain.
He finds comfort
in these movies, games,
peaceful vacations,
and festivals of friends.
He finds himself there--
having fun, living life,
being the little hero
with the biggest dreams.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Swan Lake

Category: Recycled Poetry

Journal: The Nest of the Bower Birds

Date: Began on Beltane Eve 2008, completed today


Swan Lake

Tonight I’ll slip away with you

And escape into the woods.

Together as one,

And one with the wild,

To become whatever we would.

We’ve come upon a sacred space

Where our helical paths entwine.

Bonding in braids,

On the eve of Beltane,

We are lovers, redefined.

The Piscean Moon shines across the lake,

The owl in the tree sees each move we make,

The spider in the tent weaves our solemn vows,

Everything was leading us to right now.

The Bird of the Soul

Category: Soul-of-Thought Revival
Journals: The 2004 Venusian Octave (Music of the Spheres), Confessions of Her Roaring Twenties, and Blue Moon Seachange
Dates: 11-24-2004, June 2006, 6-23-2007, and 8-16-2010

11-24-2004

this is why the caged bird sings...

The symbolism of the caged bird appears in much of women's literature. And each time I encounter it in writing, my insides twist up a bit and my throat gets tight with emotional tension.

I've always felt the wings of my words like they were caged in my ribs...thumping out their message with my heartbeat as their rhythm. And this phoenix within me cannot be forced through my voice and out of my mouth, her wings are much too large. Instead she has found solace in the openness of my mind, where she can fly to the highest heights and across the boundless seas of a world that exists only in my perception. And though she was once a gypsy spirit, she has found a home with me.

And with her in mind, I can write like the wind. She knows not how to write, or speak in language discernable to ears, but she knows what she knows...and it's so much more than I have ever learned myself. Her stories, her poetry, her birdsongs...I translate them through to my fingertips. And there, in writing, lies my soul.

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The torturous June of 2006

Perched

Perched like a bird on the balcony
awaiting what is difficult to bear,
she sits as if in a still life
as birds build up nests of her hair.

She projects confidence through stoic seclusion,
which means little to nothing at all.
Preened feathers show nothing of the fear
that built up and will break down her wall.

Balcony Bird

Wash me up on the shores of thought
Stop the time I never forgot
Find my soul in a quiet world
Live a life of love unfurled
Drown all pain by an act of God
Fly this bird through skies abroad
Lift me up from the fall of grace
Take the time to grow from this place
Soothe my soul with the breath of peace
Have a life before it should cease
Face all pain with the strength to stay
Watch this bird as she floats away

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6-23-2007

~Dejavu~

She becomes her thoughts unravelled,
oldest soul through bodies travelled.
in a cage where ribs are bars,
in a mind aligned with stars,
with the wings of voice and reason,
ever evolving like the seasons.
She unmasks the truth of being
through the writer, always seeing.

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2010

Soul Bird

Tiny dinosaurs,
feathered and singing,
flit from branch to feeder
and fly away.
The one within
calls out to them,
but they cannot hear
her song.
I write the words
for her freedom.
I clear my head
for her flight.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Little-Girl Trilogy

Category: Recycled Poetry
Journal: Confessions of Her Roaring Twenties
Dates: 2002, 2008, and 2010

little-girl (2002)
by Felina Lune Kavi

i've not felt
so little-girl before,
nor did i harbor thoughts
of endless love...
but in the quickest instant
i must question my existence
as a secret
and a lie
and as a whore.
still i've never felt
this little-girl before...
mostly every time
he pushes me away.
i need to feel his love,
i need him to share my love...
for there's far more of it
than this little-girl can store.

(2008)

once i knew this little-girl before--
wrapped warm with new thoughts,
she simply forgot
she's not a little-girl anymore.

absence makes the heart grow fonder;
absence makes the restless mind wander.
'why' and 'how' and 'what was i thinking'...
suddenly her world is shrinking.

now i know this little-girl again--
selfish and silly,
desperately willing
to be taken as more than a friend.

idealism comes on too strongly;
idealism increases the longing.
she hopes for perfect love and perfect trust...
but it translates into perfect lust.

and now you know this little-girl as well--
she is chaos contained
but she cannot refrain
from the depths of feeling in which she fell.

(2010)

i've come across this little-girl before.
the difference now is she is safe in love.
after innocence lost,
a threshold was crossed--
she married who she endlessly adores.

now i'll always know this little-girl i feel.
she's never to be pushed away again.
although she doesn't show,
wrapped warm with woman's clothes,
she's present in the moments that are real.

still i'm seeing things so little-girl once more.
now a daughter clings to any kind of love.
sharing treats and toys,
holding hands with little-boys--
little-girl lessons can never be ignored.


Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Applying Acting to Everyday Life/ Creating Reality on Stage

Category: Soul-of-Thought Revival

Journal: Venus-lit Vixen: Keep the Change

Date: May 12th, 2004

applying acting to everyday life
 (2004)

not lying. acting. there's a difference. to me.



focus your energies on a specific situation. you know what you want to achieve, you are aware of what is standing in your way, and you perform an action to obtain your goal. in it's most fundamental form, that is what acting is.



realize that much of our behavior in social situations is not acting, but it can be. the important difference is the degree to which you control and alter your behavior, modify your actions, and adjust your choices. 



when we realize, before we say a truth, the potential for a conflict in an answer...when we consciously select a specific goal or outcome, when we willfully modify our behavior to achieve that goal, then we are acting.



but acting is not designed to make you a dishonest person. in a real sense, acting in society is not an exercise in dishonesty...it often is really nothing more than being tactful, diplomatic, or discreet when dealing with others.



but acting on stage is something more complex. i find that becoming another character is a very healthy way of trying out other modes of thinking...reaching goals that i might or might not want to reach one day...but trying it out in another's body first. to see if i like it. for example, i quite liked being a dog. and i learned a lot about myself just from portraying sylvia. but you can't act like a dog just anywhere. though i've pushed the limits of where i can. hee hee.



for future reference, denny's will serve a dog-like girl anything she wants. as long as she pays. and uses her utensils.



so, about self-delusion. you know, lately...i've been feeling, not thinking, that pretending to be happy while you are unhappy can sometimes lead to actual happiness. at least, for me. i am banishing negativity from entering my body...or my mind rather. because my heart...oh, my heart...it knows i'm happy regardless of what my head tries to confuse me with in all its grandiose and incessant thought.



not that i am discounting thought. just negative thought. it doesn't do anyone any good. and it keeps you from that all-important goal of happiness. negativity is the obstacle. 



but it is SO easy to negate ourselves into the ground. SO easy. because happiness is a difficult goal for us humans. but it's such a universal goal. everyone wants it. and the ones who say they don't have just given up. and in my opinion, to give up on happiness...no matter how disillusioned to it you are...is just laziness. LAZINESS, i say!



and i'm done with second guessing the good things in life. done with losing hope. hope is there. it's there, my friends. but none of these things are just going to fall into your lap.

Creating Reality on Stage: Act One (2010)

Acting, to me, has always been about doing and being while showing and telling. This is the art that imitates life in the clearest terms. The human element is present in the show. We are meant to relate dramatically.

In my experience as an actor, there have been directors and teachers of theatre whose words of encouragement were imperative phrases like 'show me more' or 'make me cry'. We don't just agree to be in the show, we are to work together to become the show. And we are art that is meant to create a response from our observers. The best shows attainable come from the integrity and co-creation of every element.

Some shows will strip you down and bear your soul...others will show you what it feels like to be something you are not. While some will feel like stepping into another's shoes and becoming someone new for the rest of your life.

Acting is not just a frivolous pursuit fueled by a need for attention or affirmation of talent. Not for me, anyway. I find great wisdom in it. You not only learn about others, but also about yourself. You have to want to work toward this, if you're going to be an actor. You can't be afraid, there's no time for that. What there is time for is building upon your knowledge of this art...and you not only do this on stage, but also in everyday life.

Climb

Category: Recycled Poetry
Journal: Venus-lit Vixen: Keep the Change
Date: May 11th, 2004

Climb
by Felina Lune Kavi

(2004)

Intuition chimes in...time to climb again.

No sense sitting in the mud

waiting for another thrill
,
waiting for a wonder pill

to pick us up and high above

the sometimes rough landings...the harshness of hard ground.

There are other choices

than slipping up the slide.

Remember the ladder

on the other side...

(2010)

Climb the zenith, climb…the path is overhead.
The nadir foundations of Earth,
upon which we build
and display our skill,
are the security of family…the encouragement to grow.
There are better choices
to make within our lives.
To know ourselves
we simply have to climb.