Several weeks ago Sybella was invited to attend a meeting, a flight away, in another kingdom to discuss the ideas of her writing. Perhaps, one of the most important meetings in her life! Or at least in "her own" life in Thisworld.
For years she has put the needs of Her King, and the little feet above any need of her own. It was never a problem to place them above herself and watch as they each take part in the spirits of their own dreams and accomplishments. Never asking that any spotlight be given to her hearts desire. Not much expecting to be more then the wife of Her King or the mother of the little feet.
When invited to attend the meeting, a flight away, Her King decided it would be in his best interest to accompany her on this major trip. It was also decided that the prince and princess be brought along and taken for a visit to see TinkerBell. A Tinker Fairy most children recognize and adore. Considering that she lives but a few miles from the meeting place Sybella has been invited to it all seemed so logical at the time the plans were made.
This morning it seemed less logical to Sybella as she rushed around making certain everyone packed the things they would need during their visit to the Magical Kingdom. She noticed herself distracted over the issues of shoes and socks, hats and hair bows, and the wants and wishes of the people she has cared for with complete dedication. She noticed that her own needs appeared less important to anyone else. She noticed that the reason for the flight had been overshadowed by the excitement and wants of her family.
Sybella, did not allow this to dampen her spirit and has made sure to direct her attention to the truth of the trip for herself. As the hours approach for the time of the flight she is excited and nervous and above all else she is ready.
Confidence and support for this big adventure having been reinforced by the loving words sent her way from her ChooseWell as usual seemed to be more then enough to carry her through the ritual of planning and packing. She was ready to meet the important people, having been reminded during the past days of the fact that her own dreams in life matter. Having one person who remembered what this flight was about and that it was possibly the most important trip of her lifetime.
Sybella is ready and able standing in confidence built up and based on the words from the one who truly does love her. As this post is made, her family is ready for their own fun, she is ready for her adventure.
They will return in a few days, less than a week--Sybella has waited for this meeting since her childhood and will soon know if she has passed the test of being considered a master of the craft of words... It could happen at no better time with the waxing crescent moon and returning in time to celebrate Beltaine!
Showing posts with label Word Craft. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Word Craft. Show all posts
April 26, 2009
April 14, 2009
Perfect Protection
For a crafter of words the mere sight of blank page is cause to fill it. Sybella has always found the seduction of empty white space impossible to avoid filling. As in all things however the word often cuts two ways. Some beautiful splendid words of awesome wonder may fall on page...also too however some words are quite the other.
Sybella by mere necessity of free expression learned many years ago, while still a child that some words are not wise left in open sight of the wrong eyes.
For many times the discovery of the print on page has burned her at the stake of another's authority! As an innocent young Faery some words found by her parents struck fear to their very foot! They had seen far too much of the Sybella Faery Fey to even know true or not one word found. And, as Sybella became electric with Life her words were often very grounding!
Or, as once the case--ending of the dance of youths first young love. Drat, that her mother had to discover the words written by imagination rebellion.
She had after-all at that step of life in Thisworld, not yet even flashed more then mere twinkle... however, her words found said quite a different story. It was that episode of youthful learning Sybella found charm to continue her writing--and not be mistaken as of Thisworld.
She discovered one word written top the page was the Bridge to the Otherworld of Words Freedom. Sybella, found in the still of the night, under the light of the moon a word that would become her dome of perfect protection.
The word was simple: FICTION
Sybella had innocently discovered a magic key which would unlock ALL the Doors for flights of faery fancy to last the rest of her time in Thisworld. Sybella had discovered the shield of her freedom written and the circle of it's protection.
Sybella's discovery was so much Power she should have blown to the Otherworld right that moment! Instead, she choose to hold it keep it and not allow herself to give it out in release--not like a Witch does. Not to the world Above and Not to the world Under--Sybella stored the power where it would make the magic only a faery knows to cause travel to the Otherworld, of Ecstasy.
Pity, the witch would just give it away...
Sybella by mere necessity of free expression learned many years ago, while still a child that some words are not wise left in open sight of the wrong eyes.
For many times the discovery of the print on page has burned her at the stake of another's authority! As an innocent young Faery some words found by her parents struck fear to their very foot! They had seen far too much of the Sybella Faery Fey to even know true or not one word found. And, as Sybella became electric with Life her words were often very grounding!
Or, as once the case--ending of the dance of youths first young love. Drat, that her mother had to discover the words written by imagination rebellion.
She had after-all at that step of life in Thisworld, not yet even flashed more then mere twinkle... however, her words found said quite a different story. It was that episode of youthful learning Sybella found charm to continue her writing--and not be mistaken as of Thisworld.
She discovered one word written top the page was the Bridge to the Otherworld of Words Freedom. Sybella, found in the still of the night, under the light of the moon a word that would become her dome of perfect protection.
The word was simple: FICTION
Sybella had innocently discovered a magic key which would unlock ALL the Doors for flights of faery fancy to last the rest of her time in Thisworld. Sybella had discovered the shield of her freedom written and the circle of it's protection.
Sybella's discovery was so much Power she should have blown to the Otherworld right that moment! Instead, she choose to hold it keep it and not allow herself to give it out in release--not like a Witch does. Not to the world Above and Not to the world Under--Sybella stored the power where it would make the magic only a faery knows to cause travel to the Otherworld, of Ecstasy.
Pity, the witch would just give it away...
April 13, 2009
And Sybella Wrote:
ChooseWell my love the breath of me,
Time passes eternity.
Awake to me my love,
Awake to this day of us,
Awake to take charge the path of us once more.
ChooseWell, my love my spirits soul,
Parted an eternity.
Awake to me my memory,
Awake to this day of us.
Awake to take charge the path of us once more.
ChooseWell, the life of me
My heartbeat eternity.
Awake to me the breath of life.
Awake to this day of us.
Awake to take charge the path of us once more.
ChooseWell, the soul of me,
I love thee for eternity.
Awake to me my lips wait thee.
Awake to this day of us.
Awake to take charge the path of us once more.
Time passes eternity.
Awake to me my love,
Awake to this day of us,
Awake to take charge the path of us once more.
ChooseWell, my love my spirits soul,
Parted an eternity.
Awake to me my memory,
Awake to this day of us.
Awake to take charge the path of us once more.
ChooseWell, the life of me
My heartbeat eternity.
Awake to me the breath of life.
Awake to this day of us.
Awake to take charge the path of us once more.
ChooseWell, the soul of me,
I love thee for eternity.
Awake to me my lips wait thee.
Awake to this day of us.
Awake to take charge the path of us once more.
~
Word Craft ~ Free Writing
It starts the way the words decide they would want to be written. Sybella has different rituals depending on the words wanting to be put down. If they want to be words boring and dull for the buttering of bread--well then she starts that ritual with lots of coffee and turns around three times before setting a timer and just dumping the words that come out.
Other times, Sybella finds words that would like to be written in a little different way. Perhaps, angry for a situation in Thisworld, or maybe words that would like to say she was hurt or happy. The words may want to tell of a journey or an experience. Sybella can choose to write the words the way they decide to be written. In order to do so however she must be able to listen to them.
Her rituals are variedand the rules of it all are not nearly as important as moving with what the words want to say. Who knows what that could be with Sybella so how could there be one ritual for words yet to be written?
Sybella lets the words unwritten show their way. Her ritual must allow her to naturally move through finding the words and allowing them to leave her fingertips to show themselves on the page. Of course, as they make themselves Seen there may be cause to shift or break her current thought for direction and often, Sybella finds her written words say more then she expected.
There is not a way to make strict ritual for something that has not yet been written. The writing itself may say the next step in the ritual. It would be very frustrating for the words to get out if due to outline the crafter not permitted to go with what they say.
Sybella uses many tools to work her craft of words. Music playing is one and her most favorite. She may shift from one thought to another and transition by taking a bath, relaxing and letting thought run free. Taking the feel of the day away--or making them more real.
There is however one ritual she uses to allow the words to take shape and form. Well practiced by any word crafter of repute. The secular word crafters may call it an exercise, Sybella calls it FreeWriting.
Other times, Sybella finds words that would like to be written in a little different way. Perhaps, angry for a situation in Thisworld, or maybe words that would like to say she was hurt or happy. The words may want to tell of a journey or an experience. Sybella can choose to write the words the way they decide to be written. In order to do so however she must be able to listen to them.
Her rituals are varied
Sybella lets the words unwritten show their way. Her ritual must allow her to naturally move through finding the words and allowing them to leave her fingertips to show themselves on the page. Of course, as they make themselves Seen there may be cause to shift or break her current thought for direction and often, Sybella finds her written words say more then she expected.
There is not a way to make strict ritual for something that has not yet been written. The writing itself may say the next step in the ritual. It would be very frustrating for the words to get out if due to outline the crafter not permitted to go with what they say.
Sybella uses many tools to work her craft of words. Music playing is one and her most favorite. She may shift from one thought to another and transition by taking a bath, relaxing and letting thought run free. Taking the feel of the day away--or making them more real.
There is however one ritual she uses to allow the words to take shape and form. Well practiced by any word crafter of repute. The secular word crafters may call it an exercise, Sybella calls it FreeWriting.
There are only a few rules she has for the FreeWrite of words:
1- Position and equipment (nice pen and ample paper--or laptop depends on the words to be written)
2- Grounding always and the correct space to write the words to be written.
3- A timer set for 9 minutes. (or more depending)
Set up the tools, in the space to write the words that need to be written. Ground--and then visualize, meditate and build the energy for the words wanting to be put to page. Turn the timer on and Write the words.
Sometimes FreeWriting is to get an idea out or the first ideas out for a certain topic. Good for the block of words.
Sometimes it is for the drill of it--to put things in order, to go from one point to the next with the words of it.
Sometimes it is to Let it Be Written. A good way to put it down in the black and white of it.
Sometimes it is to tell it.
Sometimes it is to be done with it.
Sometimes it is to give it away.
Sometimes it is to keep it most secret.
Sometimes it is for flight faery fey.
Word Path
~~~ It is not often as Sybella moves in Thisworld she is lost for way. Direction has in general been instinctive for her feet. Lead by intuition, knowing and the blessings of internal compass, Sybella rarely stands with question.
On this day, Sybella is at such a place. The spot where others with the gift of word have often written. Of such written words she most treasures being those of paths taken and paths not, of crossroads, bridges and ways. Unwritten maps.
For well, it is Sybella knows a writer writes the way.
...and of that the writer also knows the words will tell the path.~~~
On this day, Sybella is at such a place. The spot where others with the gift of word have often written. Of such written words she most treasures being those of paths taken and paths not, of crossroads, bridges and ways. Unwritten maps.
For well, it is Sybella knows a writer writes the way.
...and of that the writer also knows the words will tell the path.~~~
April 7, 2009
Never Waxing has Taken so Long!
Oh, this Moon! What has come over me! Never has the waxing seemed such an eternity! Goodness... I am ready for it, and still wax.
This is like watching the grass grow...(Yes, I know that is engaging and fascinating and everything but, ) for Sybella I so to be there already!
Patience, I know. Patience I Know!... I know patience.
I know patience, I know patience, I know patience.
Sybella is full--she is magic tonight. Filled with alive and wanting to release.
This is like watching the grass grow...(Yes, I know that is engaging and fascinating and everything but, ) for Sybella I so to be there already!
Patience, I know. Patience I Know!... I know patience.
I know patience, I know patience, I know patience.
Sybella is full--she is magic tonight. Filled with alive and wanting to release.
January 20, 2009
Are you lost by the language?
Can you not understand the language written on the pages by Sybella? Then it should be seen they are not meant for your understanding. If you cannot read what is and is not written then you must not fret--simply click away and forget that you were unable to understand the language of Sybella.
This circle cast is for but those who can see. Who would know the meaning of the words without the need of interpretation. If it is thee, Merry Meet. I am Sybella a name given to me within a dream passed down from those who came by blood before me.
The steps before this have been a body's life journey. The house of the spirit that is Sybella not called or known by many in this name. I have been on something of a path of discovery. A solitary walk of spirit with the body named a different name then I am known. I have mastered this part of life's long journey and live the seeing worlds vision of envy. Oh, that it was as real as that it appeared.
It is real and for the body named another name it is safe, secure and complete on all the levels of the earths measure. For the body it is perfection what is seen but, for Sybella it is not. Sybella is all that is not the body seen.
Sybella is unseen. The spirit widow of another once know both in spirit and in our body's named a different name. Left without one or the other not by death and life seen moved to make the matter right. Sybella left alone.
This circle cast is for but those who can see. Who would know the meaning of the words without the need of interpretation. If it is thee, Merry Meet. I am Sybella a name given to me within a dream passed down from those who came by blood before me.
The steps before this have been a body's life journey. The house of the spirit that is Sybella not called or known by many in this name. I have been on something of a path of discovery. A solitary walk of spirit with the body named a different name then I am known. I have mastered this part of life's long journey and live the seeing worlds vision of envy. Oh, that it was as real as that it appeared.
It is real and for the body named another name it is safe, secure and complete on all the levels of the earths measure. For the body it is perfection what is seen but, for Sybella it is not. Sybella is all that is not the body seen.
Sybella is unseen. The spirit widow of another once know both in spirit and in our body's named a different name. Left without one or the other not by death and life seen moved to make the matter right. Sybella left alone.
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