Wandering in Werifesteria

There be dragons.

Wander around the Pond.  Where are the fairytales?

It is you/we/us who make them up!

The railroad reigns us in

This is the story of 100 summers and more

And all the other forests, all look alike, except in different ways.  The challenge is to be lost and found again, to recognize all the trees.

Our days are all alike, except they are all now.

Every tree has its own character, imagine them as people, or as ghosts, or as beings.

There was a time when most of Concord was clear-cut.  When trees were firewood, waiting for the axeman's kill.  But this was always a forest, Fairyland Pond stood guard.

What is at the bottom of this Pond?  And will it ever reveal its secrets?

"werifesteria" is an obscure word from Old English. 

"to wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery and adventure."

NIWS=LIWNMTS

NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN >>>INVISIBLE MAGIC!!

(LANCE)

LIWNMTS!!!!! To LG

FAIRY TALES

(one story/chapter per line)

Beauty I’ve missed with these eyes before

I love you

Gazing at people

Hand in hand

Just what I’m going thru

They can’t Understand

Some try to tell me

Thoughts they cannot defend (SHRINKS)

Just what you want to be

You will be in the end

SCENE of BOTH of them, the same age

PROMISE ME YOU’ll come back to this day, no matter how old you are, just focus on us sitting here, on the shore, this day, this perfect day

WHAT if this is the truth??

And that life, the jobs, the idea that you are crazy, unhealthy

What if THAT is the sickness??

(JUst what the truth is//I can’t say anymore)

Oh, how I love you!

(Hanging out a window!)

Both sitting 20 stories up!!

I used to open my bedroom window whenever I heard the song

And I was entranced by the dew on the Lilac trees

When they started to bloom again, 2 or 3 years after my father died

(I swear, there was NO spring or fall, no action of nature.  Except cold.

14yrs old!!

So they made it partway around the lake.....

She was about 85 and he was still only about 8.

They had gotten as far as Lifeguard Beach (Red Cross Beach), the sign for the House Site.

She was winded.

He was skipping stones and hitting his feet on the rocks under the water.

Suddenly, he had an image of her, of both of them, young and in love, but there was something...

They were sunning themselves and reading on a beach blanket. Not this day, another day, a day in summer.  She wanted to go to the House Site, he stopped her.  He grabbed her hand and she started as if he had touched her with fire.

And then again, they were the same age, but older, and it was Fall.  The leaves were beautiful but it was too cold to step in the water.  Their shoes were on, and the sand was not tempting.
He was sad about something, and she put her arm through his.

Looking each other full in their faces, their eyes, everything was taken in.  She said, "If I live forever, I'll never want to let you go. I'll always want to come back here.  To keep walking along these shores with you.  We are always safe here,"

And then-again-he was torn away.  A dragon, Thunder, fire, a blade coming close to his skin.  Pain. Pain. Pain. Darkness.  He was locked in, he kept banging at the door. Pain.

And then the old lady turned around.  "Let's keep going, I'm ready now,"

And he emerged from the water, a little boy of 8 years old, and led her gently by the hand, afraid to turn back and see the dragon that was hovering over the water.

Bus Stop outside an Old Folks Home

As a young woman, I have dreams of parts of my life.

As an old woman, I have dreams of being a young woman.

I've run through the streets, trying to get back to one of the places I've lived, without being able to remember which one it is.

Or the job, which I'm so proud of, and not remembering where it is or where my commute is headed.

I sit at a bus stop, in Deuseldorf Germany, and I forget everything in the space of that wait.

Once, I escaped, a young woman trapped, arrested, kidnapped, stuck in a facility with others, a German camp? We are denied our clothes and only have hospital gowns.

I am only 24, but when I look in the mirror, I see an old woman. I can't imagine what kind of drugs they give me.

The bus will never come.

I miss the sense of being on a bus, going somewhere. All the buses, in my hometown, to the big city, across the country, the shuttle twice a day.

I met myself. Again. Only an old woman.

From the Viewpoint of the Sexy Tragic Muse

What if there was a girl who had to call 911 on her friend who was close to CS'ing??

What if she knew what it was like to be there herself??

Recursive story!!!

http://www.guerrillafeminism.org/mental-illness-and-the-male-gaze-anne-theriault/

Pond Story Structure and Purpose

Going back to the story, the side short story, about the child and the grownup who wander around Walden.  They keep that day perfectly in their memory, and it comes back to eahc of them in flashes, and in the stories they tell before going to sleep.

These are the moments they use to bring them comfort, to CALM them down.  The larger framework that holds the stories of the dragons.

When they are on the shore, it's an old woman who wakes up to a little boy.  They go 1/4 way around, and the boy is a teen and the woman gets younger.  1/2 way around they are the same age.  3/4 of the way, she's a teen and he's a man.  By the time they get back to the shore, he's old and she's a kid.  He asks to lie down on the sand and he goes to sleep=death.

ALSO: brother and sister on a completely HYPER-REALISTIC DAY. 

Another Story of a Bipolar Mom

http://www.ravishly.com/2015/11/23/overdosed-my-mothers-extreme-bipolar-condition