Sunday, Ordinary Sunday…

Sunday is my least favourite day. It just seems worse than Mondays, because Mondays, at least, are a fresh start. A do-over. Poor Sunday. It just seems to epitomize that droning-meeting-white-noise bored feeling.

But the real issue is that I’m sick. Allergy sick. I got allergy tested (Thank you, Medicaid), and discovered that not only am I allergic to the grasses that make up those dumb turf lawns that are so popular back in my home state, but also a fair bit of trees, certain  kinds of mold, hay, dust, and feathers, of all things. Guess I won’t be going out and hugging any more trees anytime soon. *laugh*

So, when I was cleaning out the art supply closet at work, I got sick. Like almost instantly sick. Within in a few hours, I started to get a sore throat. It wasn’t until a few days later that I found out there was mold growing on some stuff in the closet. By then I was really sick. Lost my voice and everything, but at least it supported the results of the allergy test. But, do you know how BLOODY hard it is to supervise a whole passel of overly excited little munchkins when you can’t even talk? Luckily, the kids are some of the most amazingly sweet kids I’ve ever met, so I was spared a Lord of the Flies reenactment. *laugh*

This morning, I even dreamed I was cleaning out and organizing an artist’s studio. Which would have been really annoying in that I was dreaming about something I’d been doing all week. Except that the studio was an open air one, surrounded by a low stone wall, and real green grass growing everywhere. And it was warm,  but not too hot, the sky was a soft blue with clouds, and there was that wonderful kind of breeze that comes off the ocean–playful and mysterious and reminding you that nature is a conscious, vibrant entity.

And then I got a sense of my muse being present. Not really in person, just a feeling they were watching me (from afar) enjoy the wind blowing all my bad feelings away and tangling my hair. It was too poignant, and too simple to even exploit for a poem, but I just wanted to acknowledge them in some way, in case they are out there reading this blog from an alternate dimension. Even though I know perfectly well they are just my creative mind speaking to me, I haven’t been able to make that connection to the part of my brain/soul that’s epitomized by said muse. But, still, I’ve been missing you, my Muse/figment of my imagination.

And now I have to go clean my own house on this prosaic, ordinary Sunday. While dreaming of an ideal day that was shared over at a blog called “Scotland with the Wee White Dug”. Rain, a quirky museum, and scotch? Honestly, what could be more fabulous?

Shopping Time!


Been shopping for cover artists to do a cover for my poetry book! It’s a lot of fun looking through DeviantArt and such, but also really overwhelming! Might hit up the art & design school here as a way to simplify the process. And then I get to “buy” local!

Feel free to share any recommendations/tips in the comments, fellow writers and artists!

P.S. So, I came across this article, and it wasn’t usually in my “interest” comfort zone (or so I thought) but f*ck if it wasn’t a great read. Holy cow, you have got to give it a chance to suck you in:

P.P.S. How do you like the new blog look?

William Morris…



“…everything made by man’s hands has a form, which must be either beautiful or ugly; beautiful if it is in accord with Nature, and helps her; ugly if it is discordant with Nature, and thwarts her; it cannot be indifferent…” ― William Morris


I’ve been sorting through my things in continuation of my downsizing attempts. I’ve been getting nostalgic and a bit maudlin over the process. And trying not to miss things like my record collection and bits and bobs of stuffy stuff that I would have never used up in ten lifetimes.

I was going to do a TBT blog on old-fashioned courtship (next Thursday, if I remember), and I unearthed this in a box of books.


So, William Morris it is. (I would swear I had written about him before, but couldn’t find a previous blog about him in the Chaos Realm.)

News from Nowhere is part of my permanent collection of books, so it will escape the downsizing frenzy. I loved when he started talking about his version of the New World Order. I re-read it during the Bush Administration years, and William Morris’s foresight was pretty chilling.

Part of my “maybe-someday” (although completely impractical for my lifestyle) restored vintage home will have William Morris wallpaper. I think I may have fallen in love with him on my trip overseas, but I can’t quite remember how I discovered him.

Anyway, here’s some fun links about William Morris and his designs.

Go Shopping:

Join the U.S. William Morris Society:

William Morris Galleries/Exhibitions:

William Morris in Iceland:

Go find some loveliness out-of-doors!



Meow Wolf’s House of Eternal Return

So, I was lucky enough to have someone treat me to a trip to Meow Wolf’s House of Eternal Return. It’s an incredible exploratory and interactive experience.

Words can barely describe the feeling that you get when you are there.

You never want to leave…it’s a dream that you had when you were a kid but forgot about until now.

It’s every fantasy book you’ve ever read, come to life.

Alice in Wonderland.

Charles de Lint’s The Onion Girl.

The Victorian/Baroque feel of a Victoria Holt novel.

The Gormenghast Trilogy.

I could go on, but I’d rather you get lost in the House of Eternal Return, instead.

Just go. Get on a plane. Take a train. Take a portal. Cross galaxies. Whatever you have to do to experience it.

Visit the Meow Wolf website for more information:

New York Times slideshow (visual spoilers):


The Chaos Fairy is Fizzling!

Donna: What am I supposed to do? I’m nothing special. I mean, I— I’m not… I’m nothing special. I’m a temp! I’m not even that. I’m nothing.
Rose: Donna Noble, you’re the most important woman in the whole of creation.
Donna: Oh, don’t. Just… don’t. I’m tired. I’m so tired.


Every few years or so, the Chaos Fairy goes through yet another catalyst situation, where everything gets decimated and the Chaos Fairy has to rebuild on the rubble of past lives.

I think the past four or five years are falling prey to that process, and it’s time for me to move on from spending X hours a day on the computer blogging, writing, and social media.

Like the Doctor from Doctor Who, I don’t really know what each new incarnation will bring…some old (like continuing to write?) and some new (being an artist/traveller/rabblerouser?).

All I know by now is how to recognize the symptoms of the chaotic transition process (a good visual is the Tower card in tarot cards–a card that I have never failed to receive in all the readings I’ve done for myself and by others) and then I go through denial because I want just a teeny tiny little slice of stability before I accept it and let everything go.

I know that I’ve spent the last four to five years trying to find work, any work, especially in locales I’ve longed to live in, and in my field(s): history, museums, non-profits, teaching, literature–to no avail.

So, coupled with my vision problems that I’m worried about re: computer usage, it’s time for the Chaos Fairy to once again take stock, rebuild, and try to come up with a plan for my yet-to-be-actualized future. I’m gettin’ tired and running out of ideas, but, of course, we “Goonies never say die!”

I’ve loved all the support, laughs, tears, lovely melancholy, beauty, coping tips, touchstones, grounding, clarity, writing advice, inspiration, great stories, travel adventures, art, poems, and yummy recipes I’ve found in the blogging community, but now I have to exit stage right.

I have a new Chaos Realm to navigate and explore! On to the next new adventure. Decided to just leave the blog up for now…didn’t have the heart to take it down completely…

Anyhoo, I hate goodbyes, so….here’s to all the bloggers & readers out there! Break a leg, everyone!

Mushed-up Medley for Foodie Friday…

I knew I should have combined yesterday’s post with today’s (re: Bob’s Train and Circus History). *laugh*

Anyway, here’s some links for today’s Foodie Friday…all borrowed!

Food in Poetry and Art:

Who doesn’t love a glowy orange carrot?

Or cheese!

Looks easy!–Salmon Cake Recipe from Rantings of an Amateur Chef:

Another quick, yet delicious, meal:

Spicy and Exotic “Flavours”:

Sinless Eggs?

Sinful Eggs!

Cleanse your soul’s palate with this heavenly-sounding sorbet:

And then ruin it with these delectable goodies…

Or try this decadent pumpkin dip:

Though, I can’t help but wish I was here, with blogger You & Home:

Or at a witchy tea!

Women Surrealist Artists and Writers

I just finished reading Subversive Intent: Gender, Politics, and the Avant-Garde by Susan Rubin Suleiman, and realized I was woefully ignorant about the women artists and writers associated with the Surrealist movement. This post is a start to remedy my own ignorance, at least.

So, while I continue to conduct my own reading/research to fill in another gap in my mental landscape, I put together some links and some articles/suggestions for further reading from a search I did on the Internet. Let me know in the comments if you have recommendations/suggestions/more information on women artists and writers from this movement.


Eileen Agar:

Leonora Carrington:

Dorothea Tanning:

Nora Mitrani:

Meret Oppenheim:

General Link: