“…and though she be but little, she is fierce.” William Shakespeare, “Midsummer Nights Dream”
little wonder, precious child,
tiny princess, sweet and wild,
silly angel, rainbow pearl,
oldest sister, great big girl,
all these are the things you are,
but not all that you will, by far,
for as you grow and reach so high,
one day you will reach the sky,
and spread your branches over all,
my Rowan tree, so strong and tall.
I love you, baby-girl…
Upon my birth, a tiny kit, my mothers tail I turned and bit, and snarling once and then again, she pushed me just outside the den. I blinked, and stood, on all fours first, then straightened, with a sake thirst, I wandered forth a while and then I joined the world of learned men. Soon I learned the ways and habits of tengu and poetic rabbits, tanuki tricks and bake-neko, and though lesser known, the bake-gecko. I practiced magic, Inari‘s gift, and learned to run, both straight and swift, the river gods had naught on me, my pride grew great as any tree…and soon, my tails they numbered three.
But then I met the inugami, a doggish, loyal sort of kami, and from him learned that tricks have prices, as I lost one tail to his mochi’s slices, and slunk in shame back to Inari, to bow to her and to say sorry. I asked her to forgive me, please, my eyes cast down and on my knees, she laughed and laughed and touched my head, and gave to me a quest instead, to save a village from the plight of oni stalking in the night and shrieking till men died of fright..
So back I went onto all fours, and to the village on the shores I ran and changing as I went I came as inugami, sent to save a loyal family who made their living from the sea. They welcomed me with tears of joy, and then I turned into a boy, and smiled at them and bowed so low and vowed that to the shore I’d go, and face the oni without fear, and scare them from their visits here. So down I went, at evenings tide, the fisherman right by my side, his fishing hook in one strong hand, we walked together down the sand. The rest I’ll tell another night, but my it was a lovely fight, and with the oni leader slain, I headed back, my tail to gain…and as I went down came the rain…
Kitsune-na-shiteki
Alright, I am now officially hopping off my arse and getting to serious work on our book. To recap, here’s the story so far…
On Kyotzeta’s one month birthday, I wrote that I had an as yet vague idea to publish some sort of collection or book to raise awareness of all kinds of abuse and try to give a voice to the silent ones as I’ve tried to do with my words for so long. I asked for contributions (non-monetary) to the book, in any form preferred…prose, poetry, photo, picture, etc. However, at the time, I had no idea what it would take to publish such a book, or even whether it should be free or have a minimal cost with all money donated to a charity…
Over the weeks since then, I’ve (slowly) researched and thought about it, and so far these are my conclusions. Since this is to be -our- book, if anyone has any comments, complaints, suggestions or just plain ideas, please please please feel free to comment below!
So what we have so far:
The book will be (tentatively) titled Bones of Ash, Heart of Glass, and will take the form of a free e-book that anyone can download. (Not sure about format, going to try to go for the publishing software/site that has the most choices and yet still allows free books) I’m -considering- setting up some sort of donation site as well, but that will be separate from the book if possible. (*sighs* Why is it so -complicated- to do something good??)
Of course, all submissions will be properly attributed, and submitters will have the option of writing a short descriptional blurb for an “Authors” page. On the other hand, all submissions -must- be your own intellectual property, or something you have permission to use in this fashion. I know this hardly needs said… 
Submissions should be sent to my email, kyotzeta@gmail.com, with “book submission’ in the title. I want to try to have this done by fall, if possible, hopefully coinciding with the new school year…so the sooner you get me your submissions the better…on the other hand, don’t rush. Hopefully once I start collecting and organizing my stuff I’ll have a better idea of what kind of timeline we’re looking at…
Hrrmm…I think that’s all I have for now, except to say Thank You for considering this project, I think we’re going to do wonderful things toward the ultimate goal…raising awareness of every facet of abuse, giving a voice to all the silent ones and hope to the hopeless. *hugs*
Yours always,
KC & Co.
Just for fun, and to procrastinate further from going through the 300 and some posts in my read-blogs page from the last few days, here are some more pics. More nifty stuff from my style, and some I took with my 6 yr. old camera and bad photography skills. I’m not sure I know how to put them up and put comments between/after, so it may be a bit confused. Bear with me. *g*
The pictures have mouse over titles that say what they are, as I couldn’t figure out how to sort them, and/or write between them.
Ok, I’m going to try to write about the pics. Here goes.
First one: ”My” baby girl, Rowan, in my ears and my beloved ex’s (hereafter known as my BE) fuzzy arms.
Second pic: Taken on the fantastic Disney World trip that my BMF Ben took me on this New Years. He lives in UT., but he comes out to see me occasionally. He got us a hotel room in one of the Disney resorts, for almost 2 weeks minus travel time from Jax! I was exhausted after, but it was sooo awesome! This pic was taken during one of the parades at the Magic Kingdom, and I love it because I managed to take it just as “Alice” was sticking her tongue out at someone, and the Hatter was in the perfect pose to see all his costume.
Next…there’s a cardinal in the middle of the picture, but he’s harder to see than I had hoped. I just loved the way it looked, that little red bird in the green branches. :)
Next is the first flowers anyone ever gave me. The BE gave them to me randomly one day, and I almost fell over. But he was always doing sweet romantic things like that. My favorite story is how the first time I went in the mental hospital while we were living together, he packed my bag…and when I got there, I found his childhood stuffed animal, a cute little fox, packed into the bag. How many men would think of something like that?
The next few are a series, so I’m going to talk about all of them here. This is the baby girl in the first pic, at 3. She just turned 3 this yr, and I love her with all my heart. I was literally the first person other than a doctor who held her, as I got handed her fresh from her mommy’s (cut open, urrghh) stomach! Next is my Rowan with her mommy, my BFF Becky, and in her Easter hat. Next is The Bump, aka Rowans baby brother-to-be. I call him The Bump because Becks is still waffling over a name…*giggles*
Next is my over-crowded little altar, with my usual eclectic chaos. The cards in back and the figure in front of them are by my absolutely favorite artist, Jasmine Beckett=Griffith. Love love love her stuff! Faery tale, faeries, Alice, Steampunk…she makes the most wonderful things. Best of all, she’s based down in Orlando, so I can just drive down less than 2 hours away and see her when she has shows at Pop Gallery. The rest are found items, dedicated stones and crystals, and significators for my various “people”. The bunny is The Moon, as per Japanese legends of the Rabbit in the Moon. The apple is for Eris, goddess of chaos, keeper of the Holy Kao. The Coyote (he’s kinda hard to see…he’s behind the cards.) is…well, guess. ;) The water buffalo is for my zen side.
The next is…well, a picture of a squirrel. I was parked in the parking lot and he just kept running back and forth on the fence, as if daring me to take his picture, so I did. :)
The next two are part of my future Walmart Harujuku outfits…my shirt that I had made at Zazzle (love love love that site!) and my new and totally awesome corset!
Hope that helps!
KC & Co.
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