Shark attacks surfer during live competition. What impressed me most about this story is the man who paddled towards the shark to help his fellow competitor. Such heroism. And also thinking of the man's poor mother, watching live on tv!
Terri Windling has a couple of posts on the Child Ballads, illustrated with pictures that took me right back to my childhood. When I compare those pictures with the sort available in popular children's books these days, I feel sad. There's certainly some beautiful modern art done for children, but my upbringing was resonant with history and mythology, and I wonder how many are getting that today. We are increasingly disconnected from the dreams and visions that built our world, and I wonder if that disconnection contributes towards our willingness to blithely destroy that world.
I recently had this post reproduced in Bella Grace magazine. Many thanks to my friends who sent me photographs of the pages. It was heartwarming to know there were lovely people out there who would do something like that for me.
Has the end of capitalism begun?
I am looking forward to reading The Wild Girl by Kate Forsyth, about the young woman who was the source for many of the Grimm brothers' stories.
And some tiny pieces of my next project, which in the face of illness and good weather is going much slower than I'd hoped, but I offer these just to anchor it in the assurance of happening, for my own sake, as I keep my eye on a lovely horizon ....
I've never seen magic in him. To me, he is the beautiful ordinary – hill and dirt, summer and the certainty of the sea.
She was unwanted, unloved. She was pining away for her north. Her storm-swept, wild-song country, from all the way down there in the calm south.
Have a beautiful day, where ever you are in the world.