Sunday, June 28, 2009

Whimsical Roughshod

Darlings,

Whimsy, I'm afraid, is on an extended vacation. Those of us who are close to her understand that really she's been in a terrible predicament - one called boredom (or is it fatigue?) - and she's so disenchanted with the YOUniverse that she's locked herself up in a boarded up house with no intention of coming out anytime soon.

What once was stilettos and music - glittery embellishments!- has given way to ramblesome talking heads and stunning anxiety inflicted by said heads who drone on about things like North Korean lunacy, Iranian anarchy, the death of popular kings, money money money money.. Not to mention it's unbearably hot outside.

It's no wonder she's locked away with no hope of inspiration in sight.

I know. I know. You roll your eyes and say, "She does this all the time, that Whimsy. She says she's done with the glitz, and then she unlocks the door soon after and sends one of these illegible, entirely translucent letters. Everyone knows what she's up to! Did you know I found a spec of glitter in the envelope?! _sigh_ What is there to do, really? What a scandal, she is!"

You're right, of course. The letter is the first step. But it takes sweet coaxing and a fair amount of patience to lure her out of her self-inflicted dungeon, to allow her to feel secure enough in such an insecure place, to emerge.

Until then may she be inspired by the likes of Lilith, who would not be held down by tyranny, and may Athena see to the injustices, both near and far, with a firm hand and an open heart.

Be patient, Lovelies!

-A. Ginger Moth

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Sunday, June 28, 2009

Whimsical Roughshod

Darlings,

Whimsy, I'm afraid, is on an extended vacation. Those of us who are close to her understand that really she's been in a terrible predicament - one called boredom (or is it fatigue?) - and she's so disenchanted with the YOUniverse that she's locked herself up in a boarded up house with no intention of coming out anytime soon.

What once was stilettos and music - glittery embellishments!- has given way to ramblesome talking heads and stunning anxiety inflicted by said heads who drone on about things like North Korean lunacy, Iranian anarchy, the death of popular kings, money money money money.. Not to mention it's unbearably hot outside.

It's no wonder she's locked away with no hope of inspiration in sight.

I know. I know. You roll your eyes and say, "She does this all the time, that Whimsy. She says she's done with the glitz, and then she unlocks the door soon after and sends one of these illegible, entirely translucent letters. Everyone knows what she's up to! Did you know I found a spec of glitter in the envelope?! _sigh_ What is there to do, really? What a scandal, she is!"

You're right, of course. The letter is the first step. But it takes sweet coaxing and a fair amount of patience to lure her out of her self-inflicted dungeon, to allow her to feel secure enough in such an insecure place, to emerge.

Until then may she be inspired by the likes of Lilith, who would not be held down by tyranny, and may Athena see to the injustices, both near and far, with a firm hand and an open heart.

Be patient, Lovelies!

-A. Ginger Moth

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