1 – Greet pigeons with benevolence. They just might do the wibblywobbly dance for you.
2 – Learn a silly word a day, like; Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia – Fear of the number 666.
3 – Now, banish that word from your mind! There really isn’t any sense for such a silly word.
4 – Step in wet and soggy puddles as often as you can. Ideally, without the aid of goulashes!
5 – Take long bike rides, preferably, up hill. This gives one a great sense of accomplishment.
6 – Learn a fine art, like; MOOING or HOOTING! This is very good to woo the woe-be-me’s away, especially, on drizzly days.
7 – Join the very Secret and Hushhush Society of Foliaphiles!
8 – Acknowledge your Shadow more…meaning, don’t just talk to him on Sunny days.
9 – Practice your technique of Mind Gliding from a cozy comfy chair, everyday, or even twice a day, if you are so inclined. It really is a wonderous way of traveling.
10 – Finally, you must practice your leaping and bounding a top your bed before wishing all the stars in the sky a very, bonne nuit!
Although it has taken me quite sometime, I am thrilled to finally have and share with you a preliminary sketch of Vivi, the Visionary… the author of The Curious Tales of Thimble Tarn!
If you remember, The Curious Stories from Thimble Tarn… are a cluster of tiny poems that narrate and celebrate the hidden lives of the nearly extinct botanical fay that resides by and around a small mountain lake/puddle called, Thimble Tarn. Of course, Thimble Tarn is not the actual name of the garden-sprite’s community as the real name has been changed to protect the floral identities of the wee-townsfolk who still dwell in and around the Tarn that rises and runs down from the mystical Moss Mountains. O’ my, I am not quite sure I should have divulged that particular hush-hush…Can you keep a secret? O’ you can? How marvelous, then I shall continue… the true aim of the odes are to shed some light on the little understood Lilliputian world of the botanical fay who had settled in Thimble Tarn in the year 1651 and then established their wondrous garden-burg in the year 1788. Well, now, here is where I shall begin…
Preliminary Graphite Drawing of Vivi and fay folk by Anastasia Traina ~ 2016~
Sophronia Simone lived contently on a Saffron farm for it had tons of enormous daffodilly charm…
To be continued in, “The Curious Tales of Thimble Tarn,” coming soonishly!
I am but the star dust that tumbles
I am but the twig that snaps beneath your umbels
I am but the gentle breeze that rustles inside the leafless trees
And yet, I am all this if only you believe.
I have such exciting news to share with you all! I have started the painting portion of the already written… Curious Stories of Thimble Tarn… it will be written and illustrated by me, Anastasia Traina ~2015 http://wp.me/p22olG-q8
Dearest MayMay spinning Spring,
See how she loves all the living things.
She spins the sky such a marvelous French blue,
Yes, I have heard it said, and I believe it’s true.
With each spin that is spun, a fairy’s wish she hath done!