FREE! FREE! FREE!
Uncle Tree is not For Sale!
~ He already owns himself ~
— twice over —
That’s what makes him
FREE!
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The Fairy Tale Way
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We have found ourselves in the middle of the way:
a curiously narrow fairy tale road
streamlined
it reaches far and wide
over mountains of tribulations
through valleys of peace and repose
across the carefree canyons that naturally divide
A Fairy Tale Worth Living
Photograph by Kirstie Watson
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Is it more worth one’s while
to live a life worth writing about, or
to write about a life that is worth the living?
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Is it more worth one’s while
to act out a scene worth painting, or
to paint a picture that is worth a view or two?
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Is it more worth one’s while
to take the time deemed necessary to dream up a fairy tale, or
to live a life worth earning the good luck it takes
to live out a fairy tale dream?
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Freedom On Demand
♥
Steady is the hand keeping balance in the land
as it measures the cost of freedom on demand
Love’s Fairy Tale
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One touches One twice
Pushed and pulled close together
Again and again
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Photograph courtesy of Kirstie Watson
A Fairy Tale Day At The Zoo: Starring Joe Petrol and Frank The Gorilla
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Two days after the worst disaster in the history of the offshore drilling industry, a high-ranking executive of the company at fault decided he needed a day off. Like most of his cohorts, Joe Petrol wasn’t about to accept any personal responsibility for the accident. “These things happen,” was the ongoing phrase of the week.
A Fairy Tale Poet’s Muse
The Immortal Fairy Tale
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In the beginning — a story was born,
and the child — became — another mouth to feed.
His lot — his place — in life — was set,
whether he consciously made the choice — or not.
As he grew — his physical weight — forever fluctuating,
however slight,
was the Earth’s burden to bear — the burden,
a gravitational equation.
Born with a will — an innate trait — he survived many a power play,
manipulating others with clever maneuvers — win, lose or draw.
His works — not original — but hand-me-downs — reproduced
for the sake of posterity — giving him — a sense of self-worth.
Aware — was he — of a certain personal freedom ,
ambiguously prescribed,
daring him to express it — in action — in thought — in private
conversations with himself — and his God.
A Giant Fairy Tale
The curtain rises. The year is 1025 B.C. The scene takes place mid-morning in a barren narrow valley. On your right, a dry riverbed runs off to the horizon.
Up on the bank to your left, stands a bearded burly giant. He is 40 years old and 9 feet tall. In his right hand, he holds a 7 ft. long spear upright. Hanging from his belt and in its sheath, is a sword, 5 ft. in length. His shield lies on the ground beside him. He wears no armor. Entering from the right, is a shepherd boy of 15 years. He has a fish net in his right hand, and a smallish knife hangs on his belt. He wears a loose-fitting tunic with a pocket on the side. Hanging out of this pocket, we see part of a leather strap. The boy, eying the giant all the way, walks across the riverbed to the edge of the bank, and there he stops.
Amanita’s Farewell
Artwork by Aaron Pocock
http://aaronpocock.wordpress.com/
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Well, well! Good heavens! You are here! Hello again, Amanita! It’s wonderful to see you once more after so long a time! You haven’t changed a bit, little one. How many years has it been? ~ What’s that you say? ~ Oh, my! That many years, eh? How quickly they have passed. That makes me feel old, dear friend. ~ Why, thank you! You are too kind. Your gracious presence alone brings back the vigor of my youth. ~ Yes, I’ve missed you, Amanita. It was just the other day when the thought of you came to mind, and then I saw you in my dream last night, so I came here on a hunch.
Uncle Tree's House 