My fascination with folktales did not start with the Brothers Grimm nor Hans Christian Andersen. In elementary school, my security blanket consisted of "The World Picture Atlas" and "Stories to Solve". I felt safe in knowing every puzzle in the book but also I was enchanted by the illustrations in every page. In fact, I believe the book has some inspiration in my doodling.
I was in Anthropologie two days ago and found these plates on sale. Nostalgia. I honestly now believe there is room for your childhood in your adult life. You're not too old for another security blanket.
The story reveals the pure wisdom of a good king. One day, his rival tests him , in hopes of mockery, in filling a room with millions of artifical flowers. But among them was only one real flower. She challenges him, asking him to seek out the real flower with one guess. Since the king is truly wise, he opens a window and a bee flies in and lands directly on the real flower.
Face it. The harsh reality of the holiday season is run by the reigns of consumerism. PURE BLIND CONSUMERISM. That same blindness induces road rage and caffeine addictions. My opinion, each year the race is getting faster. We are bind to the definition of flight. Flight versus time. We hurry ourselves to reach the next destination and forgetting to pace our lives. Being swept away by society's pressures to buy tradition with money. In the end, we are surrounded by insignificant gifts and are stressed out. Sure, I can go on and on about how materialistic Christmas is but I won't.
Instead, I'm offering the gift of words. Sentences, even. Ideally, I would like to send everyone written letters sealed with a stamp and envelope but there's something physical about writing online as well. First, words and sentences slow down time, in which you can't rush through them and be able to collect all their worth. Second, speaking of worth, they are beyond empty. Instead they are filled to the brim with truth and sincerity. Two for one deal. I, from this moment on, promise to be honest to not only you but to myself. In return, let's exchange words, pages of them.
