Join the Dance

Did you know that we’re made of stardust? Yes, in fact, we are. As the stars dance their waltzes, their mazurkas, their tangos, their foxtrots, their ballets, their boogies, their jigs, their consequential love falls to the earth as stardust, littering the ground, the trees, the waters, the animals, the bricks, and the silks with its fragrance, its magic, its ecstasy, its rhythm. Love between two people may seem to be random, chance, coincidental, arbitrary, sometimes a childhood romances, sometimes unrequited, sometimes on the train or in the park, sometimes via a dropped pencil, sometimes across the room, sometimes in dreams, it is actually very structured, and quite to be expected, for lovers come from the same stardust, the same dance.

You may ask, what about lovers years apart, or miles apart? Well, then I would tell you that stars are not bound by time or space, for they shine constantly on all peoples at all times, so it is absurd to think that that could be an issue. However, that is also why some people never find love because their mate is trapped in another era, another world even. A girl may read a history book and discover her lover in a sixteenth century explorer, and wish for a dead man, but he may only ever see her in his dreams, maybe. Or, a man falls for a girl who seems to be fictional, but has really only been born in another world, and the written page is the only portal to her.

Or, did you hear of the old man who met his love just before he died, and she was just coming into the world, but he knew her when he saw her although their moment together was only brief? She was miserable for the rest of her life. Some may call him a pedophile, but it was not an erotic, sexual, lustful, love, but simply love in its purest form.

Sometimes, although thankfully not too often, the dust becomes two close relatives. Now, should they fight the laws of their society in order that they might be together, to satisfy their stars? Is it worth it? Or should they rebel against their nature and find another to love?

Other times stardust does not scatter, but remains as one, united entity. You know these people. Any love they have is only an accessory, because they already have themselves to love, they don’t need anyone to love them, and they cannot possibly love anyone else.

And so, ladies and gentlemen, that is why we must earnestly, desperately, seriously, passionately, seek out and find our love, for he, or she, completes us, and together you and he, or she, will manifest in the glory of that love which descended from the heavens, for each individual is only have a romance, and we must need a partner before we can go to the ball and join the dance.


Gray Hope

When it’s raining leaves,
and the wind is my stylist
whispering things in my ear,
I feel like I’m in a fantasy novel.
And then, the gray skies prophecy not the end,
but the beginning.
My life is an adventure,
not a tragedy.

Princess Rosette: Part 2

Part 2? Wait, where was part 1? Part 1 is the fairy tale “Princess Rosette” by Madame L’Aulnoy, published in Andrew Lang’s Red Fairy Book. Because the novel I’m planning involved fairy tales and folklore, I’m responding to existing fairy tales. So here is an unhappily ever after sequel to “Princess Rosette.” (This is also why I haven’t posted in a few days…)

You can gather the original story from my story here, but the original tale is about a princess who was locked in a tower for the first 15 years of her life because the fairies said she would cause harm to her brothers. Once her parents die, her brother becomes king and lets her out. One of the first things she comes across is a peacock. Her brothers tell her that some people eat peacocks. She is disturbed, and declares that she will marry no one but the King of the Peacocks of she can prevent people from eating peacocks. The brothers then go search for the Peacock Kingdom and convince the King to marry their sister. The rest of the story is too much fun to spoil here, but as I’m sure you guessed, Rosette and the King marry in the end. You can read the original here:

And so, here is their unhappily ever after.

*Note: I welcome any critique and helpful advice. 🙂

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