Make Believe

Nicoletta

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My little niece, McKinley and myself used to sit together and take turns making up stories to the paintings of Nicoletta Ceccoli. We would spend hours doing this. So I am going to just spontaneously make believe to this painting.

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Once upon a time there was a beautiful castle of alabaster high upon a hill. When the sun shinned upon the stone it was so bright you had to cover your eye’s.  The castle had a king and a queen but sadly the queen was barren and could not have a child. Queen Liona was so very unhappy and this distressed the King, who loved her so very much.

She sat upon a chair gazing out the window to the grounds below. The King tried everything to cheer her, he brought in the most renowned minstrels of his kingdom and had them sing only happy songs. He bought her fine jewels, and had the cook make her rich pastries…..nothing helped. One day while off in the kingdom, King Lars came upon a set of the most exquisite swans in a pond of the manor of a wealthy lord. The king thought these beautiful creatures would surely bring back a smile to the face of his queen. The lord of the manor was fond of the swans but even fonder of his liege, and quickly acquiesced to gift them to Queen Liona. The king was very grateful and paid the lord well in gold.

In front of the castle there was a lake of the bluest blue. Queen Liona often cast her gaze into its depth and considered herself floating on its surface and then sinking to its unfathomable bottom. She allowed her maids to dress her on this morn, like every other morn. They brushed her long golden hair and twisted it into an elaborate plait, then placing her small crown gently on her head. She stood in trance as she stepped into the heavy brocade gown, her maids pulling tight the laces. Once dressed as usual she drifted to her chair in front of the window. Sitting to gaze yet another day into the valley and the lake. Something caught her eye, something white was moving upon the water of the lake, she shifted in her chair, she sat up and leaned forward to see better, “Swans,” she says softly aloud. She stood and leaned out to see even better, suddenly she turned to face her handmaids, “Swans,” she says a little louder. Mia her lady in waiting was sitting near by working her needle point, Your king has brought them for you, Your Majesty. He does so love you.” Mia did not want to get to excited but she was delighted that the swans had elicited a positive response from her queen.

“Mia, accompany me down to the lake. I wish to see them,” says the queen. Mia was quietly exuberant and knew the kings heart would be lifted. The queen practically ran down the stairs, to the entry of the castle. “Careful my queen, please be careful,  Mia cries trying to keep up. The bellman at the massive door were startled by the movement of Queen Liona as she rushed toward them, they fumbled to quickly open the doors for her.

The wind burst in with the sun at the opening of the massive portal. Ladies and maids scrambled to keep up with the pace of the queen, many just gobsmacked at this new behavior. Mia had sent one of the maids to alert the king. Liona stops, to the relief of her entourage, as she reaches the lake, Some were certain she would not. She gazed as the pair of swans glided effortlessly side by side on the glassy water. The swans danced upon the water intricately making circles as they came toward the queen. They swam close enough to see her eyes. They dipped their heads in a manner of a bow which brought an audible awe from the ladies. To the observers it was as if a silent communication was occurring between the monarch and the fouls, they just looked at one another. After a long, long while the swans again dipped their heads and swan away, looking back several times.

The king was away and could not be told of how his gift had affected the queen, and the castle was abuzz with anticipation of his return. That night the moon light spilled into the Queens chambers, and if one were looking, they would have seen a star descend upon the water. If truth be told there was a legend of a magical undine of the lake, she had long flowing hair of gold like the queen and a tail of a fish. It was said that a human had killed her lover and that she was angry, and if you came into the water she would drag you to its bottom and drown you. But I assure you that this is not the truth. The undine Irmelin had lost her love to a human but she was not angry, but like the queen was sad and lonesome. The kings gift of the swans had become companions to her and made her existence magical once more. On this night she had called upon her sister Melinda of the sky to send her a spark to aid in her magic. It were a wondrous sight had one witnessed it. In the chamber the queen had witnessed it, in her dreams.

The following morning Queen Liona leaps from her bed and startles her maids as she dashes toward her door. “Your Majesty, your majesty,” pleads her maid, as she grabs the dressing gown and rushes to robe her sovereign. “I cannot wait to dress, hurry follow me now!” the queen orders. The ladies the butlers, the footman the maids all frantic at this chaos follow the queen as she hurries beyond the castle door, outside to the lake. On the shore of the lake in the foliage is a large shimmering, iridescent egg, it is white with shades of blue, pink and purple. It is very large indeed, the queen kneels beside it and places her ear to the shell. “Quickly give me your walking stick,” she says to a footman. She gently taps the shell thrice. The shell cracks making and opening, the queens eyes brimming with tears, “It’s true, it’s true, my dream is true,” for inside was a beautiful girl child cooing. Liona reaches in and retrieves the baby girl., holding her gently to her chest. The crowd around her is silent, not even a whisper is heard. She stands and sees the swans across the lake, they look to her and dip their heads. “Thank you,” she says softly to them.

The King returns and is told of the magical turn of events, he is delighted and rushes to meet the new Princess, who has been named Irmelin after the magical undine of the lake.

Some years later, the swan like neck of the delicate princess, was noted, Irmelin always loved the lake, and was always seen in communion with the swans. Her mother and father did not mind at all, the castle was a happy place and all lived happily ever after.

The End

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Namaste

Sindy

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41 thoughts on “Make Believe

  1. This image is wonderful! No wonder you got inspired.

  2. shreejacob says:

    Beautiful story Sindy!!

  3. Valentina says:

    Nobody ever told me a story and often wonder if it’s possible for me to escape reality.

  4. Brenda says:

    Wonderful story. I’m happy for the queen. All children are touched by magic. 🙂

  5. Dewin Nefol says:

    Hey Sindy,

    Gosh 🙂 What a visually descriptive treat!

    I found myself looking through a fissure between worlds and gazing upon a misted landscape of rolling hills and vibrant meadows and in the distance rising from the grasp of the earth a magnificent castle stood on the edge of a sapphire hued lake. Overhead birds weaved between shafts of sour-lemon light spilling from the edge of clouds as morning took its hold on a freshly woken world. Elsewhere within the pockets of fog still clinging to the outermost reaches of the forested the spectral-like forms of deer grazed amongst the meadow grass or melted away like dissipating ghosts back beneath the darkening shade of trees. And for one brief moment whilst I looked I could hear the whispering wind and the sounds of emerging life and almost feel the pulse of this otherworldly kingdom so touched by magic.

    I became lost in the near-dreaminess of your story, spell-bound and enchanted by it, and left wishing I too could have been there for the whole duration of these wonderful events and been a part of the crowd to see the egg hatch and bring forth the child that the Queen so desperately wanted. I wanted to share her joy, and see her bewilderment, and feel her happiness. I also appreciated the subtleties and smaller details in the story: the lace pulls on the Queens clothing, the needle-pointing Mia, the courtiers and bellmen, and my favourite, the words ‘my liege’. Really gave the piece a sense that it wasn’t of this time. Such a delicious fairy-tale story is enough to make us all yearn for a return to the wonderful moments of childhood when the imagination propelled us through life.

    You have quite a gift for story-telling Sindy and no doubt would write many more if time allowed. It seems you have many gifts and many abilities and a passion for all of them as well! I guess deciding upon

    I meant to ask you a little while ago a question abut your teaching goals and the motivations behind pursing it as a degree. But before I do so, and going off a little at a tangent with a view to coming back again in one moment…I see you were a film student! Interestingly, and yet another coincidence to ass to the long list still growing, I did my Degree in Animation and Film at a university in the UK! We share not only this but also a n enjoyment of Animation and a love of films. I always knew that common denominators beyond the realm of interest I have in your site. Anyway, in regard to your teaching, and by way of extending the fairy Tale Theme, I achieved my Degree largely on the basis of my course work and the submission of my Dissertation…my final year film failed miserably, but left me with a portfolio of artwork, some of which I am using as the graphics for my Blog eg: the Butterflies. My Dissertation was well received (I managed to get a 1st for it!) It was centred on the manner in which the Disney studios appropriated the Brother’s Grimm fairy-tale of Snow White and the 7 Dwarves for its first full-length animated film of the same name. (Yes I do enjoy still enjoy a little bit of Disney…who doesn’t?)

    Now I’m not sure how interested you might be, but if it would serve you any purpose in reading it, I’d be quite happy to send it to you. It is a little dry, but then that’s academia for you, it can sometimes suck all the life out of a subject even animation. But the offer is there if you require it. I’ll not abuse your email, or use it for any other purpose other than to forward the thesis. So let me know if it would be of use. My reason for offering it…well that is three fold. 1stly You might enjoy it, given your penchant for story telling. 2ndly it might be useful in your current teaching studies 3rdly depending on what grade you are proposing to teach, their may be elements within it that offer further interest to you. The dissertation took quite an eclectic approach, but was built around the Fairy Tale as a narrative device for the transmission of ideas to children, and whilst I tried to keep it centred on Snow White the resources I worked with drew a broad view of the psychology and dynamics at play within this type of literary genre. I’ve listed 6 of the books that were used in case they might be of later use to you:

    Bettelheim. Bruno. 1976. The Uses of Enchantment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales. London: Penguin Books.

    Carroll. Lewis. 1986. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. London: Methuen

    Warner. Marina. 1994. From the Beast to the Blonde: On Fairy Tales and their Tellers. London: Chatto & Windus Ltd.

    Zipes. Jack. 1991. Fairy Tales and the Art of Subversion: The Classical Genre for Children and the Process of Civilization. New York: Routledge

    Zipes. Jack. 1992. Breaking The Magic Spell: Radical Theories on Folk and Fairy Tales. New York: Routledge.

    Zipes. Jack. 1994. Fairy Tale as Myth: Myth as Fairy Tale. Lexington, Kentucky: The University Press of Kentucky

    I’m going to try and get the video you embedded in your last post to me working…thank you for having sent it, I’ll leave a small note of thanks there anyway….and then spend the next 50 minutes watching it. As a meditation piece it could well be that I either fade away or simply fall asleep, I am pretty tired…but if not I’ll check in later and say ‘hey’ if you are around and if you aren’t I’ll no doubt catch up with you soon enough. And the Olympus post will get done…just got to get my head in to the right hemisphere and away from the chatter of life…there’s a lot going on and it sometimes feels like I could do with a couple of clones to help me out. Nevermind. 🙂

    Thank you for being Blue 🙂

    Namaste

    DN – 06/04/14

    • Dewin I love your writing and the descriptive narrative continuation of my story.I love that you like it, that you read it. I also know you are busy like me, which makes it all the more flattering.Plus who you are at your level of intellect and education. I have a couple of blogs to turn you on to, unless you already know them.

      My friend odie mamma

      http://eyesofodysseus.wordpress.com/

      My friend Monika
      http://symbolreader.net/

      I will be more than happy to receive your dissertation, and sure it can serve me in my studies. I can’t promise you when I when I will read it.

      Another synchronicity is Grimm’s fairy Tales. I have read them all and started a script in college on Asputel, who after being sanitized became Cinderella. So yeah! So curiouser and curiouser…

      Namaste
      Sindy

      • Dewin Nefol says:

        Hey Sindy,

        A very quick line to let you know that I’ve got your email, thank you, and taken note of the two addresses of your friends. I appreciate the trust in being given these details 🙂

        I’ll head back here when home from work this evening to reply to the above…thank you for kind words and an enchanting reply…and send an email to you.

        Have a great day in the wide Blue yonder 🙂

        It’s pouring with rain here…

        Namaste

        Dewin

        DN – 07/04/14

      • Thanks I am sure it will be over 80 and sunny here. Stay dry.

      • Dewin Nefol says:

        Hey Sindy,

        Hope all’s well.

        At last I am home from the daily grind, a little damp perhaps, but altogether pleased to be sat for a moment and typing a brief reply to you.

        I’m sorry I had to dash away this morning, and felt a little guilty for not thanking you more for your kind words: I am sorry…you know that if I’d had more time I would have stayed a little longer, as it was 6.30am and come and gone and I was running late again as usual. That you enjoyed my response to your fairy-tale is very much a credit to the spell you wove that left me still dreaming on board the train to work this morning…so I hope you’ll post more as and when time allows, I’d love to read them all as well! And I’ll always do my best to find time or make time, or even stay up a little later to ensure that my word to you is fulfilled…it is no effort and no sacrifice at all.

        Thank you for the URL’s for Monika and Odie Mamma. I’ll be sure to visit very shortly and partake of their wares 🙂 I’m looking forward to the surprises that they each have in store…the anticipation this end is palpable 🙂

        The dissertation I’ll send to you this evening. There’s absolutely no hurry to read it, or respond to it when/if you do…I just thought it might be of some small interest as we were following the fairy-tale theme.

        As for synchronicity, well, doesn’t she keep leading us on a merry dance! The more I become involved, and the more I read across the sites of the wonderful group of people who ‘commune’ here, the more coincidences there are. It a great feeling to know that so many share commonality and experience, ideas, notions, philosophies, and interests, and how everything is so connected. It’s a beautiful thing: there is certainly a very real sense of magic shining at its core.

        Grimm’s fairy-tale’s were very grim, places so shadowed by darkness that witches and wizards walked by day, where beasts roamed freely across the land, and where other magical creatures slipped, slid and crawled. It must have been terrifyingly darkly fun for kids! The Asputel script…is that one you are writing, or one that is being discussed in your group/class? Is She a real character, if so, I’ve not heard of her. Is her transformation through being sanitised a deliberate act eg: is it being showcased as an examination of changes within literature etc.? But whatever, the coincidence is yet another to add to this deepening rabbit hole of wonderland 🙂

        As for temperatures above 80…good grief, I chose the wrong country to be living in! I think this last ‘winter’ has lasted for well over 6 or 7 months…cold winds, dark skies, perpetual rain, and considerable doom and gloom. It’s enough to make a man think about emigrating to sunny climes 🙂

        I’ll get back to the email, and have it in your inbox well before first blue light of your waking world 🙂

        Namaste

        DN – 07/04/14

      • Your so cool. Ashputel is the original Grimm story that was turned into Disney Cinderella. I thought for sure you had read it. My screenplay was just from their story. I wrote some of it long ago when I was in film school. I have no more fairy tales to share. I wrote that one on the spot for fun. My grandniece and I used to look at that artist paintings and make up stories. I could write another if I was so inclined but you are just borrowing from Grimm in the end. 😀

  6. Dewin Nefol says:

    ….and thank you for the additional URL 🙂 The more I have to view elsewhere…the more time you’ll have to study 🙂 lol 🙂

  7. Dewin Nefol says:

    …sincerely, I am joking!…a quick fly through just the blog titles you’ve passed my way, and already I am intrigued! Thank you.

    Somewhere in all of this lies a deeper meaning, and a more profound message…I’ve just got to wait for the penny to drop to understand what it is all about….

    Thank you Sind 🙂

    DN – 07/04/14

  8. Dewin Nefol says:

    Hey Sindy,

    I really had no idea. I am enlightened! Thank you. Ashputtel is Grimm’s traditional Cinderella Kindermärchen. I’ll be Googling that later to have a read before lights out at chez Dewin.

    At film school…all those years ago(!)…was your interest in film per se, or moving image in general. I hope your script is/was well received? What qualification are you studying for?

    You say that one is unable to re-invent the literary fairy-tale, and perhaps you may be right, but one can always make a bold attempt to change the context and content. For example have you ever read: The Bloody Chamber (or The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories) – a collection of short fiction by Angela Carter? It’s quite contemporary.

    DN – 07/04/14

    • No I haven’t read much fiction since being back in school. Last thing I read was….Twilight, I know don’t laugh.

      The script wasn’t for school and never finished.

      • Dewin Nefol says:

        Hey Sindy,

        Twilight! Good grief! 🙂 And they are going to let you teach someday…?

        Just sent your email, and am now off to the Land of Zzzzz at the gentle call of my Goddess Hypnos.

        Have a great day tomorrow, and I may well show up this evening out of the Blue 🙂

        Nos da

        DN – 07/04/14

  9. What a great fairytale, Sindy! I loved it.
    You are a very talented writer 🙂

  10. Aquileana says:

    The painting is lovely and so is the brief story you told to your niece! ⭐ I want to believe too! All the best to you!, Aquileana 😀

  11. Hi Sindy!
    I encountered this beautiful fairy tale this morning! A reading of this fairy tale to your niece, along with the sighting of this delicate painting, has illuminated my start to the day, gracefully – as the swan’s gift.
    Aloha,
    Ka

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