Fairytale Endings

reality + perceptions = fairytale endings

Peter Pan: the boy who never grew up.

Apology Flowers: the kind you get sometimes, on the days when he proposes reconciliation. You’ll get them on the morning before you’re scheduled to be away from home for a week.

Instructions: smell them briefly, and then be prepared to throw the rotten stems in the garden when you return. Decaying. Don’t mention that though or you’ll probably never receive Apology Flowers again (and they are so precious).

Avoiding the elephant in the room. This is not an evasion of his responsibility though, don’t be insulting. Hard work. Hard job. Life is hard: “One must suffer to build character.” Be ever-grateful for that wisdom and insight to share, the infinite experience gained from his long years of suffering. Unique; this must be divine-knowledge.

He works hard. You need to understand that. Please keep that in mind if you feel yourself reeling from the pressure of your own life and wants and needs. Please just keep that in mind if you’re feeling frustrated and unsupported. He works very hard, our Peter Pan.

The boy is entitled to all his concepts of freedom - it is really a basic human need.

Basic Rights: the boy is entitled to his space, no one should suffocate his ability to levitate off the floor of this earthly plane and disappear into the blue sky, our Peter Pan. The boy is entitled to creating a gang of Lost Boys who can ensure he does not feel alone and never spends too much time taking home those silly Apology Flowers.

Please do not burden our boy’s young soul with your heaviness: what do you need all those feelings for? Do not burden our boy’s life with your stuff. That would imply that you have forgotten that he’s already gifted you with his return, and you should not want or need any further, surely? Selfish.

He’s not the one who has changed, remember? That’s you. You bear the responsibilities, remember? He’s always been this way; always been forever young, our Peter Pan.

You teach yourself to consume Apology Flowers, filling your belly with their dusty petals and husky stems. Full of apologies, full of apology. Sorry for the time of fairytale recreation, sorry for the delusion, and the ability to live in a time and place that does not exist in reality. Eventually, you learn that instead of feeding yourself on I’m-Sorries in a vase, you can gather their dry emptiness for kindling and set the house on fire.

A fairytale ending.

・゜゜・．

Sitting on the forest floor, surrounded by tall great-grandmothers all hundreds of years older and wiser than your tiny spirit, with a quick made-up incantation, you plant your love spell into the heart of the earth. The Eye of Horus, the symbol engraved around the sweet young treeling. A hunger for roots after a diet of stems. You leave devastated by the power of this response.

Message(s) from the Woodcutter:

11:11 | “It’s okay not to have words. I am deeply grateful for the experience of becoming so connected, so easily, so quickly, in every way, shape and form. You have touched my heart. You have a little piece of me, and I fell in love with you, just a little bit. You want to leave the world a better place. Remember to be kind to yourself, and gentle, remember to rest; try not to burn out. Integrate with softness. I want you to know that you are not alone and that you have a friend who is here for you, someone who will hold space for you - as we like to say - in all the ways you need. Someone who will pray for your well-being.

I keep thinking about how I locked into your soul when looking into your eyes; how that connection was so similar, familiar, like I had known you forever. How beautiful it is to be a human being and to feel these things; to share these beautiful moments in our time and space. To remind us that there is hope; that every encounter is divine - there are no coincidences.

Thank you for you, special soul. How deeply grateful I am, once again, for our chance encounter.”

22:22 | “It’s been just one thing after the next. I’ve been going through a lot of stuff; trying to tie together all of these loose ends. Clearing out old energy. I haven’t had much privacy. How are you doing; how is your mom? I’m busy planning my travel arrangements for my trip abroad next month, it’s going to be such an exciting business opportunity.

I’ve been thinking a lot about that thing you told me about, and deep inside you know exactly what you need to do. Once we’ve identified a crutch, we need to decide how positively or negatively this ‘crutch’ impacts our lives. People become the most addicted to the things which are the worst for them, the things they don’t even enjoy. When is it routine, and when is it auto-pilot? When is it ritual?

I used to have a wild side, or I think I still do. I used to carry a lot of shame for that, for him, for that period in my life. But there’s just so much happening in the field right now. Massive shifts. Positive. I feel really good. Guided. I also feel a little bit unsettled like I can’t keep myself on just one track, but I think this is going to bring me to a deeper understanding of myself. There is a lot of momentum leading into the next couple of weeks. To be honest, I recently had a breakdown. I’ve been feeling very open. Emotional. Processing. I didn’t want to bring that energy into your space.

I’m so deeply grateful. Thank you for your messages. Thank you for the music. Everything. And the little frogs. Thank you for you. Thank you for your beautiful soul. I’m sending you all the beautiful, good vibrations. Not that you don’t already have them around you, but I’m sending you extra, to carry you.

I’d like to respond further to your beautiful in-depth message tomorrow,

or maybe a bit later,

I’ll see how I feel. For now, I just need to be. Just be. That’s it. That’s all there is to it.”

A fairytale ending.

・゜゜・．

A spider bite on the ankle, it’s a few days old. It makes you nervous; you spent last night thinking that your foot will fall off.

“It looks okay, keep doing what you’re doing.” Life advice from a friend that is also applicable to spider-bites.

The sun sets on a day of Spider Medicine; patterns of the past, present & future. Dream Catcher. Dream Weaver. Memories of black tea with honey in a small forest cabin, rain on the corrugated metal roof. The old wood-burning fireplace. Little logs & conversations about little frogs.

Every experience is a lesson and everyone is a teacher. Wood Cutters are from different fairytales and your foot will be fine; this bite will heal.

(Don’t go walking without your boots on at night again)

・゜゜・．