Who am I? That is what everyone seeks to convey here. Sometimes I’ve wondered that question to myself. Never aloud, though, it is not a question to be spoken out for all to hear. Whispered, perhaps, to an empty room or abandoned field. Who am I? Am I a young lady of 17 who is struggling through school? Am I a friend so far away from my comrades? Am I a musician who sometimes loses herself in the melody the strings produce? Am I a student who would rather dream than learn? Am I an aspiring writer who sometimes find the edge between her life and her character’s blurred? Or something else entirely. . .Is my name Jennifer? Or is it Dreia? Do I live in Oregon, or is it only my body that lives there? Perhaps it is not a question of where I live, but where I belong. Where I long to be.In my mind I dream of a land away from the noise of vehicles, a forest where only the woodland creatures stir. Where the nearest house is reached by a couple hours good walking. Where the house that I live in is filled with books, paper, pens, and pencils. My mind sometimes flies there and finds it a much more peaceful place than here. DO I belong there?But then I long for a large place filled with bustling people, little shops, busy streets. A place I can be lost in and simply observe those around me. Perhaps sit in a little café and sip tea with my notebook and pencil in hand. Do I, perhaps, belong in London?Or maybe in between, a small town in the middle of forest where the people I love are only a short drive away. A place where I can come in and out of reality simply by where I choose to walk. A place like where I came from, my home town in Pennsylvania.Questions without answers. Answers without questions. I’m afraid I simply cannot share who I am with you, for, as you can see, I hardly know the answer myself.
Namárië,
~D. T. Faerie
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
The immeasurable goodness of a cuppa
"You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me."
~C. S. Lewis
Ah, the powers of tea. Have you ever been at a roadblock in life? Or maybe you've had writers block. Oh, that dreadful bogging of the mind when your words simply refuse to relay your meaning. Frustration sets in and sometimes one gives up altogether. But add a cup of tea to the situation and something completely different happens. . .
I just sat there, pen poised for the attack, just waiting for final instructions from the commander in chief before I struck. But no directions, or direction, was coming. My brows sunk under the weight of frustration and my pen involuntarily made it's way to my mouth. Thus caught up in my thoughts, it was with a certain amount of surprise (if fact, I may have even jumped slightly) when a young lady came up with the pot of tea I had asked for. After thanking her, I absentmindedly sipped it and allowed the warmth to wash down my spine and out to my very fingertips. And then I had it. The perfect beginning.
Tea brings out the best in us, for really, who can argue or complain while sipping a comforting cup of the rejuvinating liquid.
Respectfully submited,
D. T. Faerie
~C. S. Lewis
Ah, the powers of tea. Have you ever been at a roadblock in life? Or maybe you've had writers block. Oh, that dreadful bogging of the mind when your words simply refuse to relay your meaning. Frustration sets in and sometimes one gives up altogether. But add a cup of tea to the situation and something completely different happens. . .
I just sat there, pen poised for the attack, just waiting for final instructions from the commander in chief before I struck. But no directions, or direction, was coming. My brows sunk under the weight of frustration and my pen involuntarily made it's way to my mouth. Thus caught up in my thoughts, it was with a certain amount of surprise (if fact, I may have even jumped slightly) when a young lady came up with the pot of tea I had asked for. After thanking her, I absentmindedly sipped it and allowed the warmth to wash down my spine and out to my very fingertips. And then I had it. The perfect beginning.
Tea brings out the best in us, for really, who can argue or complain while sipping a comforting cup of the rejuvinating liquid.
Respectfully submited,
D. T. Faerie
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Drab Introductions
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling as much as the wind swept trees about her.
"That is unimportant," said a surprisingly high pitched voice.
"On the contrary, I think it quite important," the fact that the person before her was a woman calmed her slightly. Surely this woman would see reason.
The hood turned and Aliya realized she had been looking at the woman's back this whole time, the woods were so dark.
"You really wish to know?" the voice had become almost menacing, a far cry from just moments before. "Than you shall know."
The hood was lowered towards her and she felt the woman's breath on her as a tiny whisper was almost swept away with the wind. Aliya gasped and cowered down, bracing herself against a tree. No, it was impossible.
~*~
As you may have figured out, I am D. T. Faerie. And since you get to read my name, there shouldn't be anyone spelling it differently. I get quite annoyed when something is addressed to 'Fairy' instead of 'Faerie'.
Besides that, what else would you like to know?
I love to read and write so this blog will be an experiment of sorts, it may not just be blog posts, but bits of writing as well, like above. Enough for this entry post, I will endeavor to make all other posts more interesting.
May the portal of your imagination never be closed,
D. T. Faerie
"That is unimportant," said a surprisingly high pitched voice.
"On the contrary, I think it quite important," the fact that the person before her was a woman calmed her slightly. Surely this woman would see reason.
The hood turned and Aliya realized she had been looking at the woman's back this whole time, the woods were so dark.
"You really wish to know?" the voice had become almost menacing, a far cry from just moments before. "Than you shall know."
The hood was lowered towards her and she felt the woman's breath on her as a tiny whisper was almost swept away with the wind. Aliya gasped and cowered down, bracing herself against a tree. No, it was impossible.
~*~
As you may have figured out, I am D. T. Faerie. And since you get to read my name, there shouldn't be anyone spelling it differently. I get quite annoyed when something is addressed to 'Fairy' instead of 'Faerie'.
Besides that, what else would you like to know?
I love to read and write so this blog will be an experiment of sorts, it may not just be blog posts, but bits of writing as well, like above. Enough for this entry post, I will endeavor to make all other posts more interesting.
May the portal of your imagination never be closed,
D. T. Faerie
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