Bonus RealityMagical Journey

I’ve been playing with My dolls a lot lately

Yes it’s been a long time and even though it makes me slightly depressed to think about how we don’t have a fan group full of “baby bird-taurs hungry to devour [our] content” I’m somewhat relieved to know my time of scattered hasn’t devastated our readers. Having said all that, we have decided that this year will be amazing and of course that includes lots of new friends and readers and maybe even a few contributors.

What have we been up to during these many months, no one is asking? For starters, the online community we joined only lasted for a week as the [people in charge] quickly reminded us of South Park characters who bought hybrids in [Episode] which wasn’t as funny in real life. So perhaps we can establish our own community, which is what the wife has been saying for years… “if you can’t join a community, create one because life isn’t a one person game”

One of the things we’ve been up to is work with our magical stuff; I realize that plenty of people don’t believe in magic and we don’t really care. I believe magic is everywhere and it makes a lot of messes because so many people who say they don’t believe in magic are super negative and this makes bad vibes that flow around everywhere.

I’ve been making dolls for a few years now and before no one asks, they’re all crafted with love or desires for healing—or at the very worst, with anxiety I’m attempting to drain. Every once in a while I imagine, at some point, making dolls to bind jerks like that religious politician or that racist police captain. For now I focus on love, healing and protection.

Also changing the weather; one of my first dolls is Thrawm, who already has a story around here somewhere. He was crafted with fabric and yarn, plus the mystery stone that is his head, while I was sitting under a red cedar during a rare warm-enough day one winter. Just these past few weeks he’s been ‘upgraded’ with some needle-work because recently I’ve been passionate about needle and thread though one of his add-ons is a rainbow I scavenged from another project. Or the scarf I crafted by sewing 2 braids together because I didn’t have the patience to learn crochet.

I did some embroidery on right ‘arm’ that I’m really proud of because it unintentionally looks like a heart. Small crafts like this have always been very soothing for me, I enjoy the stillness of focusing on this little thing here—there is so much going on in the world around me, which inspires a lot of anxiety and restlessness. The pandemic made everything worse and I’ll admit I’ve embraced the thing my mother feared for me; I often don’t talk to many people, I don’t go anywhere but the grocery store once a week, and my primary tasks are cleaning and cooking. This is where I laugh awkwardly; I also do a lot of writing and we’re working on the social situation, though I still don’t dance as much as I’d like to…

Enough about me, back to Thrawm; we’ve imbued him with the power to call southern winds for to warm up our area. A few weeks back I was really disappointed about the cold we got until Zeffy tells me our local weather had predicted several inches of snow, we got 3 and it melted a day later. I have a few other examples, but not now.

Another is my Zeffy Healthy doll and he’s crafted from scraps of favourite clothes, as well as a head full of human hair and a sardonyx. I’ve stitched a few charms on him during his life and his goal is to be an amulet, in a way, to protect and empower the person for whom he was crafted. This doll in particular has a few hours wrapped up in; two feet charms to bless and protect Zeffy’s feet, of course the head [which is hair from the both of us] needed...something, so I used fabric from my unicorn suit [which serves me better as a short dress] to create a hooded cloak. Zeffy said it reminded him of a Jedi and he really liked that.

2 buttons from that old shirt of mine that he so loved help connect this doll to our lives and timeline. While questing through my various containers of things, I found an old key and stitched it on the one ‘sleeve’ with the new thread we got—yellow for sunshine, red for protection and blue for healing. The key itself is spelled to represent the tool he needs to unlock blockages preventing him from embracing his passions.

Another doll I’ve been working with for years is the Paddington Bear stuffie that Zeffy gave to me a long time ago. A while back I named him Luka because he is unique as are we all, and deserves his own name. Even though I didn’t craft his body, I do make all of his clothes and currently I’ve been working on his comfy suit which is made from this really soft fabric we obtained. It’s very white, this fabric, so he was looking like he was ready for a spa day before I started embroidering his hat [it’s the same fabric].

One of our ambitions for this life is to win vast amounts of money through the lottery so we can, among other things, buy all the land around us to expand our wildlife sanctuary. We tasked Luka with connecting us to winning lottery numbers, so I believe that when I do stitchwork on his hat or snuggle with him, I’m increasing his power. There are many cultures in which people believe spirits will set up shop in various objects—sometimes dolls, other times little houses or nooks—and so I have invited the spirit of Luka, my Paddington Bear stuff, to grow. Much like how an acorn can become an oak tree, given the right conditions, most ideas can become stories that carry lives of their own. Luka has had a unique life here because I was once a little girl who adored Paddington Bear but never had my own until one winter my partner tracked Luka down and gifted him to me.

My generation let loose some children who became challenging adults; our parents were the first to get divorced and my mother was a brave woman when she kicked our alcoholic dad out of the house and filed for divorce. We were latch-key kids and sometimes adults were only around at school or dinner time. Objects frequently gained sentience as a cherished toy became a best friend; growing up as a shy, imaginative girl in the 80s and 90s, I had dozens of toys with which I played out stories with my little sister and few friends. “Playing dolls” was a phase for many girls and eventually everyone was ‘too old’ and moved onto more social activities like sports or theatre.

Therefore I was left with no one to play with and my dolls began to feel like friends who refused to talk to me. I was also somewhat scarred for life because I’ve always struggled in social interactions and ‘playing dolls’ became akin to training wheels for the various things I could talk to people about through something. As an adult I could feel this empty space in front of my chest when engaged in conversation; I imagined concepts of that space being filled, like if I was holding a cat or baby. These thoughts made me wonder how many women have babies because they’re afraid to face the world head on.

I’m not overly keen on facing this violently unstable world head on, but I’d rather have an army than a baby—or more specifically, a group or ‘party’ of allies. I settled in a weird part of this country and sometimes I wonder if my cards were read incorrectly, though most of the time I gather power to focus on shaping my world and building our kingdom. We have some amazing wildlife around here and I love our trees; apparently a long time ago, some old farmer owned 100+ acres but it was broken up into what we’ve got now. We got about 7 acres but I’d really like to own at least 50; we’d get rid of all the trash [life in the country, sad but true, is where local landfills are born] and plant so many trees.

I named this place a wildlife sanctuary a few years back, reflecting on the times Zeffy and I would stroll during the warmer months and see bunnies playing fearlessly. Or when we’d see deer or weird insects or listen to the constant chattering of hummingbirds. It’s been hard for us to take care of our little sanctuary because we’re so far from the city, we’re not exactly a quick stroll from the majority of people interested in caring for wildlife instead of shooting at it.

However, with 50 million dollars we could easily buy the surrounding land and hire a whole bunch of people to help us un-develop our little sanctuary. I believe in life’s potential for miracles and delightful surprises.