Fantasy Fiction + Rising to Your Full Power
Our imaginations are our greatest tool to finding the fulfillment we seek.
Dear Friends,
Some of you may know that I have a daughter. She's just recently turned 21 and her life seems to be beautifully blossoming. She is...something incredible to me. Sometimes it's difficult to watch her grow through her tough situations, to see that mind-fuck that seems to permeate the women of our time. We feel the power and passion flowing under our skin and yet we second guess, make ourselves small when we are afraid, dim our lights so others won't have shield their eyes, refrain from reaching for what we really want. There are the tired, old stories of not good enough, if I get what I want someone else will miss out, blah, blah, blah.
But this creature of my womb. She is so amazing, so resilient. A performer, a storyteller, comedian. I live for the random messages she sends me, often resulting in a fit of laughter, because I can see her face and hear her voice when she sends them. She texted me this message last week:
"I was born in the wrong world. I was meant to rule in magical lands, Mom. I feel it in my bones. WHY DID WE GET EARTH I WAS MEANT TO ROME ALONGSIDE CREATURES OF MAGICK!!"
After a quick laughing response to her, she sent this,
"I've finished the first book of a fantasy romance series that my fried recommend. I have never felt so alive. I want my children to duel over their inheritance. My fortune will go to the strongest and wisest Warrior."
She continued,
"I AM THE RIGHTFUL HEIR TO SOME THRONE THAT I HAVEN'T QUITE FOUND YET! I AM A HIGH FAE LORD OF PRYNTHIAN, DAMMIT!"
After such an outburst, I of course wanted to read these books myself. As my life becomes more synchronious (I know it's not really a word, but you know what I mean), I was only slightly surprised that two days later our friend and maker of Kindred Souls jewelry, Gloria, strolled in with a bag of books, including A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas, the very book my offspring was speaking of.
I dove in that night, and crushed through the lovely tome in two days. It was a great read, full of magic, and beauty, and tension between characters that eventually did end up in the kind of sexual encounters that make these books so deeply appealing. Luckily the second book, A Court of Mist and Fury, was also in that bag. It was when I began this second book that I found my own exclamations.
"Me too! I AM the Night. The Night Court is where I belong. YES! I have been containing my power behind a shoddy facade. I'm just discovering my gifts. Love the whole me! The impossibly large and dark parts of me. Be unashamed to want me, too."
This not-real fantasy book woke me the fuck up. Again. Reminding me of my yearnings. My desire to be strong, and loyal. To face wrong wherever it appears and do something about it. I'm reminded that my body desires it's own work and that learning to fight is something I've always wanted. That I am a sensual creature, an animal that wants to unleash itself every once and a while. And to remember that I belong to the deep velvet midnight. That the stars are my sisters and the moon is my guiding light, and that when I deny them, I deny myself.
My sweet friends, I hope that you find your inspiration. That whatever form your inspiration takes, it gives you just the push you need to move toward what you really want. Not the settled for, "this is good enough," feeling. What your heart and soul need you to do. Even if that inspiration is a sexy, fantasy romance novel. I will never be the same because of it. I hope you aren't either.
In love, and romance, and quippy dialog,
Madame Ginger
June 1, 2018, Cult of Gemini Newsletter