the Dumb Man
The night is dark. Aren’t they all? The silent Muse sits on frozen earth, peering into a box full of lights in her lap. She looks up at your approach, face a pale wan moon. Silent, eyes showing whirling, unquiet thoughts. Her fingers are stained with ink, but she will not let you read the words on the stacked pages under her knee, no, not yet. She tilts the box, however… she shows you this…
The Dumb Man from Lainy Voom on Vimeo.
(Thank you, Lady Eva, for sharing this.)
Caledon Studios: Casting Call!
A handbill tumbles along in the chill winter wind and brushes past your feet. You pick it up…
Inanna’s journey to the Underworld
The Lady sits in the circle of the fire’s warmth, staring blankly into it. She has Things to Inspire Healing gathered in a basket beside her, ready for The Right Time. She is always waiting for that time. She hears you near, and speaks, but her eyes never stray from the dancing flames.
“Let me tell yeh a story, one that is not about you or I, … if yeh will listen. It is not a pleasant tale… “
