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    • The Forgotten Tales of the Sand Faeries

      Posted at 12:00 pm by Michelle Joelle, on June 30, 2016

      Beach sand has a way of making sculptors of everyone. That’s because the beach is home to the sand faeries, the kind of faeries most concerned with telling stories. They’re some of the most prolific muses of the faerie world, comparable only to the ocean faeries who are known for inspiring shanties and tales of sea-faring adventures. The sand faeries are their wordless kin, who tell the stories of those who kept no written record of their lives, or for whom no written record survives. They inspire us to make sculptures in the sand as an ode those who have been washed away by the sea, whispering their stories in our ear.

      Most of the time, these stories catch on the wind and leave us as we complete our task, so we do not remember them in great detail. And always, because these are the stories of those who have washed away to sea, so too must our creations wash away, not just to keep the secrets of the sand faeries, but to complete the story.

      Sometimes they tell the tales of animals.

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      This sea turtle was less washed to sea than welcomed by it, but the sand faeries see little difference.

      They see rather a lot of these, and sometimes they get a little carried away with exaggeration and invention, or mix stories about people with animals, but it’s all in good fun. The thing about sand is that it moves around with the tides, and when grains of sand are displaced and regrouped with new grains of sand, they recombine their memories endlessly. Sometimes they get a little confused about what’s real and what’s not after beach readers leave their books on the sand.

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      Some one at this beach was reading Return of the King recently, else I’d never have inadvertently crafted Minas Tirith.

      And sometimes they even learn a few things from sculptors who come to the sand with their own designs in mind and their ears shut to inspiration. The sand faeries never mind this, as creativity and the visual expression of stories are really what they feed on most.

      But more often than not, they’re telling the story of a lost people, a forgotten fortress, or an unrecorded history. That is why so many of us, especially those of us who play in the sand without an agenda or design, end up building dwellings, and of those dwellings, most are castles and fortresses. And most of them creep upon us as we mold the sand, telling us what to do next with every new pile of sand.

      On my most recent trip to the beach, I let the sand faeries speak to me, and I learned of a rustic kingdom by the sea that was constantly under siege from a neighboring fortress.

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      I began with the inner wall of the city. I had intended to dig only a trench, but before I knew it, I was molding a wall. At first I thought to do something more sculpted, but I ended up with a softly rounded wall instead. Before I knew it I was building an inner castle and digging an outer trench. I felt that this castle belonged to a rustic, isolated people. I imagined that all of their homes would be within the trench, but I couldn’t figure out what they should look like, so I left the land in a state of ruin.

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      I imagined the people who lived here to be mainly agrarian, but filled with a strong sense of community pride, mixing some softer, more hobbit-like round earthen walls with a few sturdier and more stalwart forts and towers. Nothing too elaborately built, however, and nothing too high.

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      At this point, the sand faeries began to whisper into my husband’s ear, prompting him to ask me what they were so afraid of – why did they need a protective trench and lookout towers at every corner? And so he was inspired to build a neighboring city which was far more militarily driven.

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      The result was craggy city on a hill, with rough fortresses built into the walls of a small mountain, their main road headed straight for my little rustic civilization.

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      Whatever happened between these two cities, in the end the same fate took them both. After most of the inhabitants moved to urban centers and towns further from the ocean, the sea levels rose and washed away the old ruins they left behind.

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      Leaving nothing but fragments of their story to be recalled by the sand faeries the next time they came along someone playing the sand, ready to listen to them.

      Posted in Stories | 2 Comments | Tagged beach, creativity, faeries, fairy-tales, sandcastles, stories
    • Bored by Joy: Fairy Tales as Appetisers for Beatitude: A Response to Matthew Moser

      Posted at 12:00 pm by Michelle Joelle, on April 30, 2014

      It’s my birthday week, and so I’m taking a tiny little break from writing by sharing a wonderful piece written by someone else. It’s about the importance of fairy-tales, a cause near and dear to my heart, and one which has been on my mind lately. Right now I’m in the midst of figuring out the right direction to take my dissertation, and it’s looking increasingly likely that I’ll be focusing on the role of the imagination in neo-Platonic thinking. So much scholarship out there – influenced by Cartesian assumptions – takes the imagination as a passive foil for true, active thinking.

      But fairy-tales show us that imagining is not simply recombining our sensory impressions until we create the illusion of something new and original, it’s the active conceptualization of narrative experience. It is, to borrow from Tolkien, sub-creation. And it’s a way of speaking to ourselves about ourselves. Fairy-tales share this in common with mathematics – they’re languages of reflection, of formal relationships, and they provide us a way to think bigger and more actively; fairy-tales allow us to think beyond what we are merely given empirically, and to create perceptions for ourselves that allow us to see things differently.

      Fairy-tales feed the mind’s eye and the spirit, and teach us about our own creative capacity. I hope you enjoy this post by David Russell Mosley, from Letters from the Edge of Elfland.

      Letters from the Edge of Elfland

      David Russell Mosley

      Lent 5 April 2014 On the Edge of Elfland Beeston, Nottinghamshire Dear Friends and Family, Over at Christ and University, Matt Moser has written another post about teaching Dante to which I feel inclined to respond. Moser notes and laments that as he and his students (along with Dante) entered Paradise in the Commedia, the students found it boring. As Moser himself notes, this is somewhat to be expected. Even in the best translation, this is still a translation of sixteenth century Italian epic poem. Even the Paradiso is filled with political and contemporary (to Dante) commentary. This, however, was not the centre of their boredom, rather the happiness was. Moser goes on to relate his own acquisition of an appetite for joy which was kindled by a reading of The Lord of the Rings.

      He remembers how he had to foster an appetite for joy…

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      Posted in The Waste Book | 0 Comments | Tagged fairy-tales, joy, reblog
    • Fables and Fairy Tales

      Posted at 12:27 pm by Michelle Joelle, on March 13, 2014

      A little bit of Chesterton for you, on the rules of fable and fairy. I’m a big fan of story types and tropes and forms, in general. I prefer traditional jazz with its clear phrases and swung rhythms to the freeform mayhem of bebop, too. I tend to think that the strict form actually affords more creative freedom, and creates an internal authenticity. Would a gingerbread house be as impressive if it weren’t made out of candy?

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      The fable and the fairy tale are things utterly distinct. There are many elements of difference; but the plainest is plain enough. There can be no good fable with human beings in it. There can be no good fairy tale without them.

      Aesop, or Babrius (or whatever his name was), understood that, for a fable, all the persons must be impersonal. They must be like abstractions in algebra, or like pieces in chess. The lion must always be stronger than the wolf, just as four is always double of two. The fox in a fable must move crooked, as the knight in chess must move crooked. The sheep in a fable must march on, as the pawn in chess must march on. The fable must not allow for the crooked captures of the pawn; it must not allow for what Balzac called “the revolt of a sheep.” The fairy tale…

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      Posted in The Waste Book | 3 Comments | Tagged Chesterton, fables, fairy-tales, reblog, structure
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