They of the Twisted Petals are delicate souls, as light as thistledown yet as ancient as the hills. They bear a quiet determination and carry dreams brought forth from the Otherworld...
There has been much painting, stitching and teasing of fine hair strands of late. Petals formed of flax and hemp frame tiny faces whose shining black eyes follow my every move. Their demands were quietly spoken and sometimes arrived with the lilt of an almost-song at dusk and dawn. These are delicate, gentle souls, as light as thistledown yet as ancient as the hills themselves.
Well, without further ado, I would like to introduce Millow, Griad and Bwaenyn. Of the three, only Millow and Bwaenyn will be looking for homes this Friday...
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'Tis time to meet She of the Roots and Leaf Litter ...
Tiny, fine fungi and lichen-like forms grow from her back, neck, chest and head as roots twist ever upwards ever outwards. Upon her head she bears long, grey and white gossamer fine strands, skeletal petals of species of flower yet unseen in the human world has emerged from the nape of her and provides her camouflage when she needs to move in secrecy.
This dear one will soon be searching for a place to rest her hooves.
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺Wishing you Dearlings a most magical weekend ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺
This dear soul began her emergence a little while ago when she appeared from underneath the leaf litter. Fine roots and tendrils populate her body and delicate petals of unknown flora allow her to remain unseen, if she so chooses.
I'll share more of her over the coming days... She'll be available from the 21st February ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆
Summer turned to autumn and what once bloomed, decayed...
She of Roots and Skeletal Petal is an ethereal wisp of a soul.
Tiny, fine fungi and lichen-like forms grow from her back, neck, chest and head as roots twist ever upwards ever outwards from the hirsute nodules on her waist. Upon her head she bears short, downy hair and long, white gossamer fine strands that have newly grown. A skeletal petal of species of flower yet unseen in the human world has grown from the nape of her neck and provides her camouflage when she needs to move in secrecy.
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ May the moon gleam kindly upon you ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆
Deep within the forest, far into the silence and the shadows to a place where trees dream and the veil between worlds lifts for a time. Sit a while there, for it is only when the human world is quiet that they appear. Soon, the ferns will unfurl their crooked fingers to release their whispers. Calling forth those who bear secret paths upon their chests as woodlice scurry away and secrete themselves under bark and root.
The Hooded Kin are three of the four offerings who have emerged from the Dark Woods recently. They've been incredibly patient with me and I, in turn, have really enjoyed the process. Especially the costuming of incredibly tiny woollen hoods for the three of them.
I'll be back another day with a little more of their tale.
Until then.... ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊
A journey back into the archives, this time to 2016 to meet Wolf, a daughter of the wild nature contained and constrained. She began life frocked in a silken skirt and blouse, but as time went on, she tore away her clothing and all that remains is a tattered collar and stockings laddered by the emergence of her claws. Her tail is long and her back hirsute and she sits bare breasted with a knowing gaze in the shining dark pools of her eyes.
“Just as a mother would protect her only child with her life, even so let one cultivate a boundless love towards all beings.” - Buddha, Karaniya Metta Sutta.
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Many moons ago, amidst the dust of an attic and the musty smell of old books, three dear ones emerged with much to do. They were known as the Word Mice and dreams, poesy and tatty old books in ancient languages flowed through their veins. Of the three, this is Verbosia whose motto is "Why use one word when you can a hundred..."
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