serafaery

My darling beautiful glittering fire faery. Eva. Ay-vah. Beautifulbeautiful. Her life is art. Muse. Inspiration. Sparkles. So much love.

I have never met her. But she was with me on livejournal through the breakup with Preston and the discovery of a new kind of love with Myrrh, which she celebrated with me. She has been following my dreams and flitterings with an earnest interest and passion I've not yet come across in another person. She is truly fae, and so much more than that as well. I was, I am, intimidated by her, and a little ashamed of myself for that - for holding back a little, out of fear of her amazingness.

I love this girl. How can you not love this girl? She's startlingly beautiful in every way.

She creates and radiates the love of a thousand from her one fiery heart.



She is nearing the end of her life. But her love will burn on, through all of us, who will love her, always.

I don't want her to go.

Wow, pixie_journal just posted the most beautiful entry I think I've ever read on livejournal. Her experience of Burning Man this year. And of art, and muse, and love, and learning.

"29 August. The event is halfway over and I realize I don't need to be here. I live the essence of this event 365 days a year."

A shadow of this came over me when I was there last year. But I couldn't quite accept it.

...

Off to cuddle with the lover.

Little faery muse inspiration.

Epiphany: If I don't treat myself well, if I don't live as if my life were beautiful and free and filled with joy, how will it ever grow into something more joyful and free?

It's a breathtakingly beautiful Saturday morning, and I don't mind that the Aurigid meteors didn't show. I don't mind that I didn't get to dance last night. I am only grateful, to be alive, to have this beautiful world to revel in, to have someone who loves me to share it with.

Today, I will eat well, listen to beautiful music, play in the sun, play with beautiful images (making or sharing them), and let go of all expectations.

I should do this every day. Without question.

I love this gentle little song...
I've been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: it's a strange invitation

When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning...

Beck - Jack-Ass