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We all know there is something marvellous and mysterious about the great bright orb that illuminates the night sky.
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Such imaginings inspire an early yearning for answers as well as a sense of emotional engagement in the world about us. My young thoughts were philosophical in nature: I see the moon, does the moon see me? Is there another me, looking down on me at exactly this moment, wondering the same things I am wondering now? Am I also out there, in the universe? I experienced a strong sense of duality, of something out there other than me: guardianship and a sense of safety. No wonder the moon has inspired such poetry through the ages and is a very effective image for the telling of bedtime stories. Such questions inspired such a story, written for my granddaughter.
When the princess of the golden moon falls out of the sky, she worries that she will never find her way back home. Gilda hears her crying in the forest. The princess has never seen water before, the girls have a lovely adventure discovering its nature. The princess hopes that if she follows the shimmering stream which threads through the forest, it will lead her home. Will she find her way back home to her mother-the-moon?
In another bedtime story, The ‘Airy Who Found Her ‘F’, Isabel-the-‘Airy is afraid of everything. Soon, she must go in search of her ‘F’. Only then, will she become a fully fledged fairy. But will she be too afraid to try? She must leap onto the fox-glove, but will the fox eat her? She must leap onto the dandelion, but will the dandelion eat her? After leaping onto many different terrifying things that turn out not to be frightening at all, she must go with the moon-bunny to the moon where she finds her wings and becomes a fully-fledged fairy.