erin – Page 28 – erin morgenstern

in lieu of proper post, watch this

Busy busy around here, even before I got caught in the rain this morning, so now things are both busy and soggy.

In lieu of proper post, I shall put this here so you can watch it and join me in hoping that this ends up being as good as it looks like it could be:

I haven’t really loved a new movie in quite awhile, I am keeping my crossables crossed about this one. Love this trailer. Also love that song, and have yet to tire of listening to that Of Monsters and Men album even though I play it constantly.

(If this is loading slow it’s also over here.)

By erin, 12 yearsAugust 1, 2013 ago

flax-golden

flax-golden tales: the best revenge

the best revenge

I made lists of meanings and astrological correspondences but now that I’m in the store I feel lost.

There are so many shelves and faced with all the ingredients in separate jars and bottles I’m instantly overwhelmed trying to remember how they’re supposed to be combined and what everything means and what it is I need.

And I don’t really know what it is that I need so I stare at the faded label on a jar of white sage and try not to cry.

The shopkeeper, a tall guy with cobalt blue dreadlocks and a nice smile, asks me if I’m okay and I manage a nod.

I expect him to ask me what I’m looking for so I try to come up with a proper answer. Protection, maybe. Or revenge.

But he doesn’t ask, he just offers me a cup of yerba mate tea with lemongrass and suddenly we’re talking about how tea tastes better when served in proper cups rather than paper ones and discussing literature and cinnamon and fate.

I don’t end up buying anything, he won’t even let me pay for the tea.

As I’m leaving he gives me a single violet from a pot on the windowsill and tells me that living well is the best revenge.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

By erin, 12 yearsJuly 26, 2013 ago

miscellany

natural history

One of the things I love about living in NYC is that there are entire other worlds here, where you can forget that you’re in the middle of Manhattan and feel like you’re somewhere else entirely.

We went to the American Museum of Natural History today. I haven’t visited in a very long time and I’d forgotten how wonderful and maze-like and fascinating it is.

We saw a lot of whales in a fabulous exhibit that we were not allowed to take photographs in. (The whales kept reminding me of The Rathbones which I can finally tell you to read in about a week and a half.)

I learned that sea otters have the densest fur of any mammal. I became enamored of a tiger and a fluffy-footed owl. I found things that inspired writing ideas in shadowy corners when I wasn’t even looking for them, but maybe they were looking for me.

And of course, we only managed a fraction of the galleries, so we shall have to go back.

(All photos are Adam’s, he brought his camera and I just had my phone, though I did get a good Instagram of the lynx.)

By erin, 12 yearsJuly 25, 2013 ago

flax-golden

flax-golden tales: undisclosed intentions of departing angels

undisclosed intentions of departing angels

The angels left the cemetery yesterday, I don’t think anyone saw them go except for me. There were other people around but they all seemed preoccupied with thoughts and stones and flowers.

The angels stepped down from monuments and mausoleums and walked quietly away.

One of them passed by where I was sitting and left a single feather in its wake, soft but cold and grey as stone. I pressed it carefully between the pages of my notebook but it was gone when I got home.

Today the news is calling the disappearance thievery or vandalism or performance art.

I doubt they’d believe me if I informed them that the angels left of their own accord.

Besides, it’s not my business. I’m sure the angels had their reasons.

Perhaps they were needed elsewhere.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

By erin, 12 yearsJuly 19, 2013 ago

art

a bunny and a raven

So remember back in May when I fell in art love with Ellen Jewett’s sculptures?

I ordered a custom one.

It arrived today.

She does what she calls “creature stacks” so I asked for a raven and a white bunny and mostly left the rest of it up to her interpretation. I could not possibly be more delighted with what she came up with.