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by MoonandStoneCraft

How to grow your wings

This is a story about growth.

Like all growing pains, it is far from a pleasant experience.

Everyone talks about the caterpillar’s transformation as if its some magickal overnight process.

Welp, it ain’t.

It takes time to grow your wings.

It takes gestation. The decomposition of an old life to the point at which there is no going back to who you once were.

Like the caterpillar when you decide to embark on this journey, expect the unexpected.

You will have to be completely vulnerable with yourself to take on this process of metamorphosis.

There are times where the pain of your decomposing body might be so intolerable that you want to break free. Yet I beg you to be patient with the process for when the time is right, you will know.

Allow the process to take hold, even though the discomfort. Allow your caterpillar self to decompose, digest, and turn to a puddle of goo.

It sounds a lot like death right, and in a way it kind of is.

In this state of sheer vulnerability, the caterpillar can’t revert to its former self. It has embraced its change; it has embraced its fate.

It knows that it has to completely surrender to this state of transformation. Knowing that it has only the shell of its own construction to protect it from the elements at hand.

At any moment it could be plucked from its place of safety, and yet it remains confident that in the end the process will be worth the wait.

The caterpillar does not set a clock or write down a specific time for its transformation. It relies on the instincts of its own biology to know when to break free from its shell.

In the end its worth the wait, for if it survives the painful process of its own decomposition, it is given the most magickal gift of all.

Freedom from its own cage.

At first its wings are stiff, but within moments it instinctively knows how to fly.

So will you if you embrace this journey of transformation.

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by MoonandStoneCraft

Tinkerbell leaves home

Tinkerbell leaves home

We met in the land of make believe, together we traveled across the seven seas.
My heart and soul set free from responsibility, and all things tethered to reality.
My wings were young, my heart was old. I wanted nothing more than to be your soul…mate.

…
We spent years together or was it only a blink in time.
Reality slowly unraveled, as you pulled the strings of my mind.
False reality, founded upon unrealistic dreams.
Here in never ever land all is not what it seems.

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Bound to fantasy we danced in the wild.
Youthful bliss, the insanity of a child.
My heart sought the man I wanted you to be…
Yet that again was false reality… otherwise known as insanity.

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You were a lost boy, forever a child at heart.
And I knew then we would eventually part.
The boy who cried wolf… I now see through the lies.
I spread my wings and took to the sky.

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Fairy dust trailed under wing.
Unsure of what the real world would bring.
Leaving the boy, who refused to be a man behind.
Rebuilding my world one breath at a time.

-Soren Johnsen

by MoonandStoneCraft

Undeveloped film

Undeveloped film

Earth kneading beneath my fingers.

Time lingers.

Memory framing picture in mind.

If only for a moment in time.

Kneeling to pray with hands planted against the earth.

…

Deep breath in without second thought.

Exhale the insanity that the world has taught… us all.

Roots pushing into the soil.

Tenderizing the turmoil.

Grounding the earth threading ever so deep.

…

Air fresh and clean, photograph undeveloped and yet to be seen.

Hand and hand, we share a moment of time.

Alone in nature, where the mountain once met the sea.

Roots planted; we sit against earth’s wisest tree.

The universe gazes at our bodies… displayed naked before the world.

…

Breeze brushing past our hair, yet we do not care.

Let the universe stare…

Water spraying her mist into the breeze.

You give my hips a squeeze… SCREAMS of a thousand bees, pollinating the plants and
trees.

Birds, bees, your hips, and my knees.

…

Evolution upon your kiss, whispering upon the winds of change and chance.Lost in gravitation
pull and trance.

Sweet romance.

Rock beneath my feet, back against the tree. Life flowing between you and me and the
dead sea…

The siren of time has taken my soul to where there is no turning back.

Single tree of shelter, overhanging a cliff of uncertainty. Yet here with you beside
me… I remain steady as the sea, tree, and the rock.

…

Fire of the sun shining from the sky.

Hourglass of time forever passes by.

Memory has come to fog the mind as eyes begin to tire.

Arm in arm we watch the setting flames of the bright ball of fire.

Mountains carving out a safe space where I can be held in the warmth of your embrace.

–
Soren Johnsen

 

by MoonandStoneCraft

Cracked Glass

Cracked glass

I lived with you in a world of false reality.

All because I took your hand.

Together we rode upon your broken wings as you swept me away to never ever land.

The glass cracked, and reality bled through.

…….

I opened my eyes, and I was alone… and had been so all along.

Fear, betrayal, bitterness and of course contempt.

These emotions are dark as the night, and they poisoned my soul.

…….

Sick, desperate, and festering with fear I ventured into the depths of hell.

Down beneath the ground, where the flames burn hot, I saw his face.

The devil, like you my dear promised me lies.

With my remaining strength I punched the devil in the face and stabbed him in his darkened heart.

I swore that day to never fall for such temptation again.

…….

Growing up is part of life, some say the most painful part of all.

I want to say it happens to everyone, but that too is a delusion.

Many like I run away to never ever land where youth is eternally sipped from a goblet of false dreams.

There is a price tag for such is insanity so drink it wisely or perhaps it is better not to not indulge at all.

-Soren Johhsen