real faery tail

    The magical story of friday.

          Deep well of Venus has snuck in under my armour and shot her arrow into my centre.   

She of the Faye stood before me, wild rainbow hair blazing and crumbling into vulnerability.  She collapsed and wept.  

       I held her belly in my hands and sang her the warrior's song.

   She held up a mirror to me.  And so slowly I absorbed the truth.  I remembered those things I had buried in the name of survival.  

   Her lover then arrived, doing what I did not, abandoning what I could not.  And I collapsed in the face of the truth.  

   There I was, seeing my choice to deny Venus for the first time in my life in favor of Athena.  

  As I was on the ground weeping, the Oracle came.  She held me close to her like a daughter and took me to a cave where she buried me and resurrected me.  My eyes burning from tears and my manipura burning from transformation, I returned to find a feast of sweet things from the Clown.  

    He promised to deliver me my wish.  But the coyote speaks bent truths and trickster tales.  I know.

                 I am from his tribe.  

 The woman of the Faye came to me once more, staying behind with me a moment as her lover walked ahead.  She implored of me advice of how to cope.  How could she open back up the heart which she had tucked away in safety?  

    "Please", I told us, "do not be numb".  "Be fully present.  Even when it hurts.  You got this."