Word o’ the Week – Vitiate

Word of the Week

Months of enforced sobriety had completely vitiated my alcohol tolerance. I wobbled drunkenly; contemplating my car keys.

Vitiate; verb; to impair the quality of; make faulty; spoil OR to impair or weaken the effectiveness of.

Published in: on May 27, 2015 at 2:06 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Pursuit

The woods were young. Scrub brush and poplars barely beginning to give way to young oak and maple. They were young in the season as well, barely there leaves giving the appearance of a fine green haze about the branches, but the bare bark of trunks and limbs still very visible. This morning I had walked across the moist crumbling earth of plowed fields to reach this patch of trees that stood a mile or so from my apartment building rather than face another soul sapping trek across the same stretch of concrete sidewalk. My morning walks had begun to feel as ordinary and barren as the rest of my life had become, and the instinct to simply run as far and fast as I could had overtaken me. Now here I stood, on the edge of farmland and a tiny forest of maybe five or ten acres. Better than blacktop at least.

I stepped across the thin margin of tangled grass and weeds between the field and the dense line of bramble and trees that began the woods. A surprising quiet filled the world. There was no path into these woods, but my feet found purchase and I ducked through the worst of the tangled saplings and feral raspberry canes. The cluster of trees ahead lacked the hallowed feel of really old forests, where the canopy is closed enough that the ground below becomes a leaf and fern covered cathedral floor. This fledgling woodland was still a mess of low branches, grasses, and early spring wildflowers. No space for a reverent stroll through natures establishment, this was a battle ground for young green things fighting for space and purchase.

I made my way through the best that I could, noticing in aggravation that I must have passed some burdock because the legs of my pants were already matted with burrs and nettles. As I stooped down to tear at the mass of dead seed heads, I was arrested by the sight ahead of me. Deeper into the woods, just near the edge of my sight, stood a mother deer and her fawn, both blindingly white, and their eyes were fixed on me. The instinct that drew me to the woods this morning roared inside of me again. Like a living beast it screamed that I must follow them, that I must reach the white doe and her new born fawn, quickly, before they escaped the world forever.

 

This was a prompt from my StoryWorld Fairy Magic deck that I wrote a few weeks back. I felt the prompt gave away too much to be put at the front of the story, so I’ve put all of the explanation here at the end instead. The card was The Fairy Deer, and the question posed was “if you follow the deer and her fawn, where will they take you?” The card was an immediate reminder  of the magic of liminal space, the area of space or time that is neither wholly one thing or another, and its power to drag us from the reality of our current existence into another reality entirely, just by crossing through. So this story is where The Fairy Deer led me on the morning I worked this prompt.

Word o’ the Week – Spherule

Word of the Week

The spherule, upon exiting the host, left pain and devastation in its wake.

Spherule; noun; a small sphere or spherical body.

Spherule is this weeks word because even tiny things can cause real damage.
Published in: on May 13, 2015 at 1:19 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Life’s Gifts

Last weeks writing prompt led somewhere interesting. The prompt was from my newest deck of cards – StoryWorld Fairy Magic and was The Dancing Spell Card. The question from the back of the card that I utilized was, “why is one person not dancing?” I quite like the direction this prompt took me.

The gift and curse of being a Giver is that I’m immune to the power of any Gifts. If the Gift of Dance falls over a crowd, I’m struck with paralysis until the dancing spell is over. A Gift of Lust? Leaves me flaccid and bored until the revelry ends. And worst of all my own Gift can never grace me. I’ll never know the hidden smiles, the racing heart, the heady joy, or even the bitter tears that come with the Gift of Love.

A Giver’s Gift is there to enhance the lives of the whole world, but the lives of the Givers themselves? No. And it’s no wonder no one ever suspects us living among them. Who would look at the grizzled and cantankerous old man in the corner, the one who cannot dance or laugh or sing or become smitten with love, and think he was one of the Fae responsible for all of life’s joys and pleasures? No one.

It’s a hard life being such a Giver.

Published in: on May 8, 2015 at 10:24 am  Leave a Comment  
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Word o’ the Week – Ship

Word of the Week

I’m coming out today; I totally ship Iron Man/Captain America.

Shipslang noun; a romantic relationship between fictional characters or famous people, whether or not the romance actually exists, as in fan fiction.

“Ship” is this weeks word in celebration of having its newest definition added to the dictionary just today! See their article, with more new words and definitions added on May 6, 2015, here.
Published in: on May 6, 2015 at 3:27 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Spring Ephemerals

Today was my personal celebration of Spring. Its slowly creeping tide of green can finally be seen outside my door, and the highlight of the season for me is the arrival of the spring ephermerals. Those stunningly beautiful flowers that are only here for a week or two each Spring, and then are suddenly gone again.

Here in Michigan, many of them are woodland flowers. Luckily for us, Mother Nature takes a wide view on what counts as a woodland. Even just a few trees are enough to make habitat for a surprising array of flowers! Here is my patch of woodland:

Just a strip of trees between two apartment communities

Just a strip of trees between the two apartment communities, net even really green yet.

The leaves and the bugs arrive together.

The leaves and the bugs arrive together.

A few faithful old friends have arrived:

Woodland Violets

Woodland Violets

A Yellow Trout Lily

A Yellow Trout Lily

A cluster of White Trout Lilllies

A cluster of White Trout Lilllies

A few new friends I don’t know the names of:

Very brilliant blue on a vine with deep green glossy leaves.

Very brilliant blue on a vine with deep green glossy leaves.

A carpet of delicate white flowers.

A carpet of delicate white flowers.

A bush with brilliant fuchsia buds that opened to pale pink blossoms.

A bush with brilliant fuchsia buds that opened to pale pink blossoms.

And some of my personal favorites:

Clusters of delicate fern foliage topped by fancy little pant like blooms. These are Dutchman's Breeches!

Clusters of delicate fern foliage topped by fancy little pant like blooms. These are Dutchman’s Breeches!

A close up of a single stalk. This is a dicentra related to Bleeding Heart.

A close up of a single stalk. This is a dicentra related to Bleeding Heart.

And the ones I look for every Spring - the Trillium Grandiflorum or Great White Trillium!

And the ones I look for every Spring – the Trillium Grandiflorum or Great White Trillium!

Finally, to end my walk, I spotted this and used my zoom very carefully to capture her photo:

Mother Blue Jay sitting her nest!

Mother Blue Jay sitting her nest!

Enjoy your Spring, and all of life’s ephemeral pleasures!