Last night, while catching up on the blog entries of a friend and amazing artist at Cider & Faun, I found my interest piqued by a whimsically named blog in her links list. When I opened up The Magic Onions, I found myself devouring entry after entry, mystified by the wondrously creative projects the author enjoys with her children. She is an amazing writer and an inspirational person. I lay awake in bed buzzing with excitement until 1 o’clock in the morning, imagining trying out every single one of her tutorials either myself or with my future buntens.
When I was a little rabbit, the world was filled with magic and awe. I created worlds with my vivid imagination. When I was ten years old, I pretended that we lived in a world where everything in the universe contained a spark of life whether it was the glowing moon in the sky or the dewy grass beneath my paws. And somewhere in a distant corner of the universe, there lived another us, our Dream Selves, whom each presided over one beautiful domain in our natural world. I imagined that there was another tea-coloured rabbit like myself in that world who tended to the stars. Although I never shared this imaginary world with anyone else, every day I stepped out into the world with this belief in my heart, and treated her as sacred.
As I grew older, my vivid imagination started to share a crowded hotel with everyday worries over career, bills, and relationships. It is with sorrow and nostalgia that I look back on my childhood and realise I have lost so much of that wide-eyed little bun who believed in a magical universe and respected nature with a tender reverence; a rabbit who strived to be kind-hearted, tolerant, and generous. It is my hope that this blog will offer me that expressive and nurturing forum I so need to be inspired and awed once more by the beauty around me.
I began by taking my camera out with me today when I hung out the washing:
chilli blossoms in our yard
newly trimmed hedges
Your optimistic friend,
Bun
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