Welcome to my magickal space in lala land.
A Whimsical Bohemian, aka Lisa, is hosting her magickal One Heart One World event again this year! I love the idea behind it, meeting kindred spirits - Lisa describes it as ~ taking a giant tour of homes; you get to stop in, look around, meet the people who live there, admire and be inspired and before you go on to the next one you leave your name in hopes to win a door prize at each "home".~ Last year there were 911 participants!! WOW, that's a lot of kindred'ness! (You can click above to find more information, how to participate, and more beautiful bloggers on board the magick carpet.)
The event runs from today, Jan 25 - Feb 14. Leave me a comment and I'll put your name into my magick lamp for a chance to win a prize ~YAY~. ---YOU MUST BE A BLOGGER TO PARTICIPATE IN MY GIVEAWAY.---
~~~~The story of the lamp~~~~
In the country, the corn fields can tell you whether it’s summer or it’s winter. The Amish can infect you with the desire to live simply. And treasures can be found by digging in the woods.
We’ve always loved walking in the woods and frequently visited the local state park. When we decided to move to the country, being surrounded by trees was a must. We were lucky enough to find the perfect place, nestled in the woods.
The woods are a wild place, a dangerous place, but full of life and beauty. We often found ourselves tromping through the piles of decaying leaves, over fallen branches, and under a canopy of green.
For many years, this entire area was owned by one family. There was no paved roads and certainly no one who came and picked up your trash. You took care of your own mess by burying it in your yard.
Hubby and I were on one of our adventures among the trees when we saw an old bottle laying on top of a pile of dirt and rocks. Poking around revealed another bottle and then another. Moving rocks and dirt with sticks, we found a Franc from 1945
and strange drinks we’d never heard of
(this particular one is called Whistle, the bottle says “Whistle 6 ½ fld ozs, registered, rec us pat off, pat no 70343, 1926").
At some point, we got more serious - we brought little shovels, gloves, and buckets to carry our treasures. We found more and more bottles, little glass face creme containers, old toy guns, little cars, used oil cans, and even the soles of shoes - I love these.....I always wonder who wore them, where they went, and what they saw. With each new discovery we were thrilled, but the biggest thrill was the day we found a box. Inside the box, carefully wrapped in an old shirt was this
I wondered why someone would bury such a beautiful lamp and what would happen if I rubbed it. But since I’ve seen too much tv, I was too nervous to find out......until today.
Wanna rub the lamp and see what happens?
~~~~POOF~~~~
“
I am The Frog of the Lamp!”
“Great! Wow! Impressive entrance, but, uh, you’re
a frog.”
“And?”
“Well, it’s just that I was expecting Barbara Eden.”
“Ugh, tv has completely ruined the gig! Can’t be a frog in a lamp without people thinking it’s weird. Not everyone can look like Barbara, you know?”
“I guess not.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t do my job.”
“Sure. Sorry.”
“Yeah, well, it’s okay. At least I can stretch out now. I’ve been waiting around for you to rub the lamp. Do you have any idea how cramped it is in there? I know I’m small, but give a frog a break!”
“Well, to be honest, I was a little nervous cause someone buried you in a trash pile.”
“Oh, yeah, uh, about that, there was a
slight problem.”
“A
slight problem?”
“Yeah, well, it was
completely blown out of proportion. All rumors. I swear story telling has completely ruined the gig!”
“Uh-huh.”
“Some little girl got the bright idea to kiss me, you see? Nothing happened, of course cause this is real life, not some fairy tale. So, anyways, next thing you know she gets a wart. And then her brother gets one, and then, her mom, uh then her dad, her grandparents, her cousins and their parents, all the kids at school and their parents.......there was never
any proof that
I gave them warts, ”
“Ooooookkkkkkk.”
“But I SWEAR it wasn’t my fault. Little girl kissing me thinking I’m gonna turn into some prince. If she’d just kept her lips to herself none of that would have happened.”
“I’ll definitely keep my lips to myself.”
“Smart woman.”
“Thanks. So, I’ve got this blog thing I’m doing. I need some prizes for the people who are reading this. Can you help me out?”
“That’s my job man. But, like the story goes, you gotta say the magick words.”
“Frog of the Lamp, I wish for prizes for the people.”
“
Your wish is my command ~
Prize number 1 ~ Oooooo, aaaahhhhhh, it's a gorgeous handmade journal! The cover has a leather feel and is very sturdy.
Questions of the heart - solve them in the art
(front - click to enlarge)
Reach out and touch the art - let it touch your heart
(back - click to enlarge)
Inside, the pages are varying shades of pink, purple, and blue with a hot pink ribbon to hold your place. The pages are also unlined which leaves lots of room for writing and drawing.
Prize number two ~ Ooooooo, aaaaahhhhh, an adorable picture frame to hold a picture of GORGEOUS YOU! We so often forget how beautiful we are and how important we are in this world....so here's a reminder.
You reflect beauty into this wonderful world
(click to enlarge)
My new froggie friend says, "Don't forget to leave a comment to be eligible. The last day for commenting will be February 14th. We will announce the winners on February 15th. Good luck and have a wart-free day!"
~magick~
Melissa
