There was a woman who lived alone in the woods with her young son. Every day from sunrise to sunset, he played among the trees. One day, he returned with a handful of lily of the valley. “These are beautiful!” … Continue reading The Ghost of the Lily of the Valley
Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that’s it. Sunlight darkens the earth. –Charles Wright Continue reading Charles Wright: Our Dreams are Luminous
Everything you can imagine is real. ― Pablo Picasso Continue reading Pablo Picasso: Everything You Can Imagine is Real
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that … Continue reading Robert Fulghum: All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten
I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. ― Lana … Continue reading Lana Del Ray: I Was Always an Unusual Girl
“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should … Continue reading Anne Frank: The Best Remedy
Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe. -Unknown Continue reading How the Sun Loved the Moon
I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes. ― Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters Continue reading Anne Bronte: I love the silent hour of night
There were once two sisters who were not afraid of the dark because the dark was full of the other’s voice across the room, because even when the night was thick and starless they walked home together from the river seeing who could last the longest without turning … Continue reading The Sky is Everywhere
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. -Christina Rossetti, In the Bleak Midwinter Continue reading In the Bleak Midwinter
If you look at the marshes on summer nights, you will sometimes see little lights hovering above the weeds. Some people say they are marsh gases that burn, others say that they are the souls of children who died but … Continue reading The Marsh Lights
My town has a beautiful lake. It’s deep and cool water makes it popular with fishers and boaters, and swimmers who fill the small beach during the summer. Every year a few people disappear without a trace and are declared … Continue reading Dark Water
It was said that long ago, the Saal River was haunted by the souls of children stolen by nixies. Nixies are female water spirits, famous for inhabiting pools and rivers. These stolen souls sang along the banks of the river, … Continue reading Lost Souls of the Saal River
The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night. –Yasunari Kawabata, Palm-of-the-Hand Stories Continue reading Yasunari Kawabata: Palm-of-the-Hand Stories
Many years ago, all the birds of the world gathered to decide which of them would be the king of the birds. After many days of debate, they decided that they would hold a contest. Whichever bird could fly the … Continue reading How the Wren Became the King of the Birds
“Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, “What road do I take?” The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?” “I don’t know,” Alice answered. “Then,” said the cat, “it really doesn’t matter, does it?” … Continue reading Walking In Wonderland
Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still. —From “Spirits of the Dead” … Continue reading Edgar Allen Poe: Spirits of the Dead
Long ago in the central mountains, a young man named Henio became lost while hunting. For many weeks he wandered through the forest, with only his horse to keep him company. He drank the water from the streams and ate berries and the small animals he caught, but he knew that he would perish if he did not find shelter quickly.
One morning, he came to an ancient stone wall. It was so high he could not see over it, and looking in either direction he could see no end.
A long time ago in the far north lands a terrible monster crawled out of a crack in the earth. It was an ancient creature the size of a mountain, covered with scales like boulders. The beast had two orange eyes which glowed with a hellish light. Should any living creature look into those eyes, it would become enchanted, and walk to the beast to be eaten. The monster had a terrible hunger deep within its belly, and immediately set to devour the nearest villages and forests.
Long ago in an Inuit village lived a young woman named Sedna. She loved her parents dearly, and spent her days happily in their company. Many of the young men of the village wanted to marry her, but Sedna did not wish to marry any of them. She was well taken care of in her parents’ home, and did not wish to start her own household.