New Short Film: Borrowing Names at the Graveyard for New Loving Book Characters
I am loving all of my new stories this summer, and I will release them this winter.
Names, names, everywhere…
A Little Note:
Our sweet family has been able to wander a bit now that our Rose Cottage renovations have ceased the apron tugging. We go out for a stroll after dinner late August, gleaning old lovely names, once prettily new, for our stories. I’m writing more about the beauty and calm of the separated lives of nocturnals this week. I’m nocturnal, fully allowed to recall this fact now, but haven’t been allowed or able to be. It’s not easy, and being highly sensitive doesn’t help with the sound and light and energy of the human day’s pollutions. People who are like me actually need a lot more sleep to constantly heal. As a baby, I couldn’t sleep enough. I loved sleeping, if it let me, and pajamas and soft jumpers are my preferred uniform. The less sleep you get, the harder it is to grow the hours of repair. Sleep deficits are cruel things. Think gently to ease back. It’s a trauma that requires healing. Pregnancy/the newborn decade is an impossible time for parental sleeping. It was for us. My first two decades of school schedules also crushed me. I can breathe and think when most of you are sleeping, all too well so that art and books flood out of me. Natural rhythms prevent unnecessary illness. I also work all day, teach homeschool, and manage the house.
So, if your child is chronically sick, consider that they could be naturally nocturnal and this is not a ‘fixable’ thing. It is them. It’s their life cycle. Research it to help. In this non-societal tech age, it’s easier to function nocturnally when brick-and-mortar businesses close as they awaken. Allow people to be themselves. Moon, not direct Sun. Morning-Evening, not Noon. Calm, not Chaos. There is some overlap to see the day-timers. Homeschool is helpful for so many people, for all mind speeds, especially for the quick and efficient. My whole self wishes I could have had the life my little natural day-walkers have now, but I would have learned by lamplight. We learn everything. It’s all interesting.
Let us all live on our natural vibrations, planes, and clocks. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to live on my own clock. For now, please be patient. I’m a master juggler, running on love. Your orders do go out quickly as usual. Endless books are growing every day, and I try to keep up. Paintings dry on the desk. I answer to no one, except my sweet family who takes precedence. I designed it to be so. It’s necessary. I have to be quick because I am swamped. Imagine if not? I work all of the time. New collections are releasing more now, though I am averse to screens and buzzing computers so progress on that side is patchy time-wise and causes migraines etc. I wear dark glasses and hats outside. We tote umbrellas. We don’t go out in the middle of the day. Bats are people too. Owls and mice, and all that’s nice. We peaceful souls need rest, so be gentle and quiet in your days, for we are attempting to rest then. Nightmares attempt to conquer me. I battle them, re-explaining what they could do instead to communicate more respectfully. And if you’d all calm down, it’d be so much easier to rest, but empaths feel all and there is a lot going on. Ban all the pollutions, near houses and far. Clouds go everywhere. Remember, you’re ‘here’ temporarily.
*Make a safe feeling to leave in your name.*
Because I was suddenly paused two decades ago (by unnecessary cruel pain/stress/etc) on all of the projects that I had planned to do with other people, I’m sorting through those now and choosing a few to reconjure. Since then, I’ve only done solitary books, art, design, and unique projects when I’ve been able to and had time. I work best on my own, quickly as our life is so full to the minute, but some of these ideas were so special I’d like to finish them before we all age too much more. Many of the people have passed, but there are still many of us left to celebrate how creativity frees us all from emotional boundaries and connects us all together in that way.
So, sweet dreams and respectful day-timing. Love to the sensitives, nocturnals, and insomniacs. Calm days allow for calm nights, whichever way you’re waking. Love, this sleepless Leopard, ~Amor Milagre
