"You can take her out of the folk
tale and the forest, dress her up
and distract her with control, but
beauties who are taught to whisper
never stray far from the singing
sorcery screaming in their souls."
~Ann Marie Eleazer
'Twas my first encounter with the
written word this a.m. and I was
wowed beyond the pale; make no
mistake!
I pray there might be just a tiny
bit of a description of me in there
somewhere. Maybe not, but still,
it's who I want to be when I grow
up.
Remember when you were a child.
You'd thumb through the magick
of storybooks and long to find
yourself 'mongst the pages you
found there?! That feeling has
never left me. And, when I read
Ann Marie, I feel so bereft I could
break down and sob.
I am beyond grateful that I do live
in my own magickal kingdom, get
to share it with my wild ones and
see Mother Nature up close and
personal each and every day of my
life.
And, I do so love talking to my
dad. There are days I feel bereft
that I can no longer climb my
own mountains. Still, I can see
it and envision those many things
that go on there.
Ever, ever grateful . . .
Ann Marie Eleazer has always
considered herself a bit ancient,
haunted and otherworldy, who
enjoys enchanted flights through
the dark fairy tales and magical
places she's been drawn to since
childhood. Google Books
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