Tale of a tale ~ Chapter IVb
Added 2021-10-26 18:44:56 +0000 UTCRoots of Spells was a good place. Everyone who has visited it have felt good there, slept well. Even sleeping paralysis of the little girl calmed down for some time. She started to learn new things. Baking cakes, bread (as a child she only helped her mother with cookies but had never been allowed to make more in the kitchen than washing dishes or sweeping). Making tinctures and wines from their very own fruit and herbs. Gardening, mowing grass with a hand scythe was nice and funny experience, working with heavy tools during renovation, practising more sewing dresses from old curtains and at some point she even dared to buy some new, not used materials. She didn't forget about photography and was developing herself as a photo model which was great way for working on her self-esteem as well as for controlling excess of thoughts and feelings. She even started to think about organising some photo meetings, photo workshops in the Roots of Spells, that happened at some point of reality. Getting to know different kinds of beings living around has been almost daily lesson. In all of that, they have tried not to forget about playing, smiling, laughing – to take care of inner child, such important for everyone.
One day, right before New Year’s eve, the little girl entered the stable, like always in the morning and heard cough in strange part of the stable. She was scared that maybe Mr. Demiurgos was kicked by one of the horses but... Demiurgos appeared next to her. She slowly crept up to see who was coughing so badly and she saw a fox, who was in terrible condition and wasn’t afraid at all. Our characters of the story found a vet who might have helped the poor being. The fox trusted so much that deamon was able to put him or her into the car and drove our little forest patient to the clinic.
The relationship between the little girl and her daemon was a bit... complicated. She's treated him more like an older brother rather than a partner. They have argued a lot, sometimes very hard. Usually it’s hurt, very badly but after all they were able to sleep next to each other, because they create a pack. She was happy seeing change (slowly and a bit... shy?) in his attitude, seeing that the daemon was able to find more and more peace and positivity in itself. And to give positive energy towards the reality around.
As both of them feel "wind in the souls" they have felt the need of travels. Not only for foundation's projects but also for simple experiencing. So they started to search for someone new to the Family. Someone who would be able to take care of furry Family, orchard, garden - whole Roots of Spells. Someone who would feel good in such place. They found a girl who had written a lot about desires of such life, about connecting with Nature, old beliefs. She had lived with the pack for about a year but didn't find herself there, so she started her path of life.
Through almost six years our characters have done lot of work around the cottage, around animals (even the wild ones), they also started to slowly open themselves for new human acquaintances. The little girl knew that her daemon needs somebody close in a way they were not. So she have learned to accept girls appearing in their life and relationships her daemon has with them. After all, her daemon introduced itself as a polygamist during their first meeting, long time ago. Nevertheless it wasn't easy to see the daemon with others, even though she's treated her daemon friend as her brother. She had always repeated that it's ok, that she doesn't need anybody, she has her pack around - their calm, nice aura, their hugs... That she doesn’t need anything more nor different. But somewhere deep in her fragile heart there was a little sparkle shyly waiting...
One day such sparkle of weird emotion touched her surprisingly. During the travel to very distant Forest, she met someone and she felt.. different. She didn't know what exactly it was because it was something she have never felt before, and it was directed to human being. Just few words, the vibes and eyes were enough to light up forgotten abyss in her heart. Depths she thought have never existed. But the quick trip had an end, so the little girl and her daemon returned to the cottage, to their Family, to duties. To their unusual normality. But tiny part of her got lost in the far away Forest...
Unfortunately, death is natural part of the path, and it was only matter of time before the members would get sick or die. The first was Driada who fought with cancer. Right after operation she lost her tongue, but not her wonderfully strong spirit. She was able to live almost normally for about six months. Of course, there were better and worse moments, but she even hunted. For six months the little girl was her tongue – to eat, to drink, to clean her. Both – the little girl and daemon – have tried to help her with her mental health also, because beginning of new reality wasn’t easy. For example, Driada as extremely clean kitty, was so furious that she wasn’t able to clean herself on her very own, that one day she... she pulled her hair out from all over her body with her teeth. One December’s day she knocked on the door of the guest room where the little girl was exercising and began to cuddle with a purr (as it turned out after some time – it was kind of farewell). Later, while accompanying in the bathroom, the little girl noticed that Driada’s eyes didn’t work correctly. Next day little kitty’s body was cuddled for the last time before placing her in the grave under the Magical Oak.
Photos were taken 2016-2018 (Sony nex-3, Canon EOS 350D and different phones’ cameras) and they are segregated chronologically.
