When things get tough, tougher, toughest… I remind myself that I’m surrounded by people made of pure awesome; and I write something that makes me grin like a loon.
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After Adam named the animals of Eden, he moved on to the blooming jungle that adorned the garden. He named the rose bushes and lily patches. And he saw that this was good.
He walked a few steps away from the lilies and stood in front of a bunch of delicate white flowers. He was opening his mouth to name them, when the voice of the Goddess whispered in his head, Sweet Williams.
Adam looked around, searching for Eve. She liked playing games. Eve was nowhere to be found. He cleared his throat to resume the naming task. “I name you R—”
Sweet Williams, the Goddess repeated the whisper, a little louder this time.
Adam scrunched up his face and stomped a bare foot on the soft soil. “Mom!” he whined, “Dad said I could name all the flowers.”
“Sure, sweetling, name them.” The voice of the Goddess came out of the flowers, the leaves, out of a nearby brook… “I know. Your Dad talks a lot. Now go ahead. Name the pretty flowers, if it makes you happy. They are called Sweet Williams. Go.”
Adam was about to cry. It would never matter how many centuries he lived, his mother would always remind him that he wasn’t as big as he thought. But he wasn’t giving up that easily. “They don’t look all that sweet,” he said. “And who’s this William anyway?”
The Goddess rumbled a giggle—she knew what William was going to look like as a grown man, with big piano playing hands and awesome legs. The picture that formed in her mind touched the center of the flowers, flushing each bloom a coquettish shade of fuchsia.
The blushing flowers made Adam cross his arms and pout. He adored his mother, but he didn’t like anyone taking over his duties. “I name you Sweet William Pinks,” he said really fast.
The Goddess blew a breezy kiss on Adam’s cheek, and said, “Yes sweetling. Great job.”
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Yep, my Luvs, that is exactly how the Sweet William Pinks Creation Story went. The Goddess planned it all, way before our galaxy heard the Big Bang and got all theological and stuff.
She’s naturally thoughtful like that, the Goddess… and she wanted to make sure that my Piano Man’s mother would have the perfect present to give me for my 37th birthday: a plantable seed card full of Sweet William Pinks, Hollyhock, Tall Evening Primrose, Wild Double-flowered Baby’s Breath, Sweet Alyssum, Goldfields, Forget-me-nots, Scarlet Flax, Baby Blue Eyes and other super-sweet non-flowery goodies.
The arrival of my Piano Man’s mother’s perfect gift was preceded and followed by several gestures from Wicked Darlings who are also made of pure Awesome:
Athame and Purse Clip, from Eliora
The moment I saw this beauty, I knew Eliora had created the center of my Summer Solstice altar. I can’t wait to discuss the charms, the colors and their meanings.
“Charming Prince of the Night” and “Someday Your Prince Will Come”, from Stacy
You know how much I love frogs, right? Just imagine my grin when I saw a couple of princely frogs bearing gifts. Lee Pierce does great work, and Stacy knows me so well!
The Painted Girls, a Bookmark, a Candle and a Bracelet, from Debi
Debi’s review of The Painted Girls made me add the story to my to-be-read mountain. I was all cackles and happy giggles when she sent the book my way as part of her Paying It Forward bit to me. And the tale didn’t come alone, did you see my bookmark? And the dark and beautiful card, which will also become a bookmark (Hm… I wonder if anyone else does that with cards). My lovely blade (see above) was accompanied by an owl candle with yummy bling. Crafted by Eliora, but dreamed and gifted to me (for my birthday) by the goddess of Puddleduck Grange.
“She Forgot a Napkin Again,” from Cameron
I had my eye on the painting below for the longest time. It was going to be one of my birthday gifts to myself. But before I stopped by Paint Myself Pretty to order it, Cameron sent it to me… with other pretties that promise all kinds of fun.
Skull Skirt and Necklace (for AlmaMia!), from Rhissanna
AlmaMia Cienfuegos is walking around with a grin that doesn’t quite fit on her face. Every 13 seconds or so, she asks me, “Is it Cinco de Mayo yet?” You see, she got this wonderful skirt and necklace from Rhissanna. And she can’t wait to wear it to a party.
Sparklies, Bookmarks, a Frog and All Kinds of Yum, from Oma Linda
Oma Linda is psychic—or has my house bugged. About seven weeks ago, I got a perfect blue dress. I wanted new earrings to go with it. I’ve searched around, but hadn’t found anything I particularly liked. Then, BANG! Oma sent me the perfect pair *hehehe, yes, that made me giggle*. She also sent me all kinds of goodies to sparkle up my spring, plus my Hues of Oz winnings.
Yep, indeed, totally surrounded by people made of pure awesome.
Thanks a bunch, my Wicked Luvs, you make grinning such an easy treat.
What do you do to bring your sad Self out of the dumps?
P.S. Wish me luck. I have an unsavory appointment after the sun comes up. Light and patience.