A Victorian Dollhousing Ceremony Requires Friends

November 25, 2018

 

A Victorian Dollhousing Ceremony Requires Friends

 

We have forgotten that we are magical, but all it takes to be is to remember.  I tweeted this today, and it really sums up best the way I feel about my latest book project.  Some book projects are releases of energy stored inside, toxic energy that needs to be let go.  I’ve had plenty of those, and they are therapeutic in the way that they diffuse a situation that seems overwhelming painful in silence. 

 

Some book projects, though, are pure creations — they are spells, ceremonies.  They are magic.  And by writing them, they whisper to places inside yourself you forget were there.  They make you friends, and they help them, too.  And if you work hard, maybe their magic will infect and inspire and others to remember that we are nothing but miracles in a mundane, profane world.  We just need to give in to our magical origins.  When you take a minute to listen, the incantations are whispering in your soul.

 

A Victorian Dollhousing Ceremony is a dream project because it began as a dream, mine.  I woke up processing a vivid dream of being shrunken by a wizard who collects tiny art and crafts dollhouses.  My dream life consisted of being handled and chased by these giant fingers in a miniature pine house.  The catalyst for my shrinking was that a jealous girl sold me to the w