Mud and the muse
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The book of each of us

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“There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.”
- Anais Nin

"I write to know what I think."  - Joan Didion

"In a real sense, I am constantly writing autobiography, but I have to turn it into fiction in order to give it credibility."  - Katherine Paterson

Mask 3

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I keep a notebook where I jot down Favourite Quotes too and here's one that today's post reminds me of:

"No wonder I write fantasy, I thought as we reached our own back gate again. They say that you should write about what you know. And what I know is that the world is full of magic."

- Terri Windling, The Drawing Board Blog, May 19, 2011
http://windling.typepad.com/blog/2011/05/out-of-the-woods-part-iii.html


Such beautiful, magical, evocative pictures today. *happy sigh*

Wound up in words, how perfect. I'd a picture like this too, but in 'the book of me' I'd be wound up in musical notes.

Terri, you stand just like your Bunny Children stand! I know you are a Woman of a Certain Age, or so you claim, but I can so see the child in you.

And that mask picture - wow. Just, wow. Is that Howard? Doing mask theatre? Or just a random creature in the woods around Chagford?!

Who is that masked man?? :) Will he be in the Barleycorn book?

lil and tigana, run your cursor over the picture to see the caption, it reveals the 'mystery man' - that is, if you want him revealed instead of mysterious. i always like to read the picture captions on this blog. sometimes the the captions tell stories of their own.

sometimes you have to jiggle your cursor a bit - in and out of the picture frame - to see the captions, but they're there. or maybe that's just a peculiarity of my computer.

Thank you Terri...this made my day better already. So enmeshed with the clearing of my parents home of 64yrs...going through old letters,pictures, cards,bills....my fathers carving tools with bits and scraps...his paint brushes and paints. These things are their stories...need to find mine amongst and out that garden gate. Smooch to Tills

Love the Anais Nin quote - and the story written on you.... Happy Solstice! *

Love the Patterson and Windling quotations--I keep a journal of these too! Those suckers are going in there--LOL. And the first picture is simply breathtaking. There is no other word for it.

Someone recently said that each of us is a thread in the tapestry of humanity, with our own color and texture. I love how you always remind me of this with your posts, Terri.

Once upon a time, there was a loving and wise flaxen-haired princess, who recognized magic all around and inspired others to do the same....

Lovely post! Today I learned about the woodwose. How I love anything to do with forests and their mysteries--give me a tale about a woman living in a little cottage in the woods and I am happily transported. (For anyone interested in such a tale, here is a wonderful short story I read recently: http://www.tor.com/stories/2012/06/the-witch-of-duva-a-ravkan-folk-tale)

Such sweet comments, thank you! You made my morning.

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