Going for the unexpected

I have been in deep morasses for past 2 months, when it comes to being creative and having fun with it. I painted a good illustration to a new crazy-wise story some time ago, and the ego took it and tried to write the story. It was so bad that I started to hate the story.
Today I changed my mind about it. First I danced all the figures. That brought me out of identification with the figures.Then I sat myself down, and heard the 2 first sentences ( which the ego instantly judged): “Aunt Alice Aunt Alice, tell us a story!” “Once upon time there was a dervish.”
Oh the right mind reminds me to go for the unexpected, to accept the impossible and ludicrous. Trusting that the story knows where it wants to go is so healing: i don’t have to “make a good story” thank God. Thank God for dervishes and chocolate spread and propellers!.

55 Whirling

“Aunt Alice Aunt Alice, tell us a story!”

“One upon a time there was a dervish. Oh, could he swirl! He swirled, and the entire world around him was sucked into the vortex of his dance. Lonnegan, Tod, Miss Cruikshank, Guiltbirdie, Mr.Knowitall and Spunky- there they go! And Lilac, standing in the silent center of the storm, witnessed in divine rapture.

A butterfly detached itself from the neck of Mrs.Crue and started singing: “I want a sandwich with chocolate-spread…and it’s better be now, before I’m dead” – and in the same moment, sandwiches  from breakfast-tables all over the world started to whirl around them. The Dervish slowly swirled into stillness. Spunky, Mr.Knowitall and Guiltbirdie had spun together into a strange new being! It was covered with butter, talked incessantly about different branches of cocoa-beans and the excellence of New-Guinean cocoa beans compared to Bolivian, it talked about all the poor children who never could afford chocolate at all, and then it bit Aunt Alice in the nose, spread its chocolate wings in the sun and melted.

Aunt Alice wiggled her nose, picked up another strange creature standing next to Lilac and smiled. This melted art had butterflies all over it – but they were all so sticky with chocolate that they could not fly. Tiny Tod, who before had clung to Mrs.Crue, loosened his grip, reached for a chocolate butterfly and fell backwards. He started to smile as he noticed a little propeller at his back, took off – and up up  he went -higher and higher – right into all that sunshine.

Aunt Alice smiled, sat her blueness down and treated Lilac and herself with Madeleine-cookies and ginger tea. The air was crisp, the sky was blue, what more can you possibly want?

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