Today I'm taking part in the My Most Beautiful Thing Blogsplash to celebrate inspirations from Fiona Robyn's new novel, The Most Beautiful Thing. Bloggers from all over the world are taking part and writing or posting pictures of their most beautiful things today. Find out more here and see everyone else's blog posts here.

If there’s anything I could contribute to a child from this stream of thoughts, it’s perhaps the  efforts of attempting difficult tasks of speaking to ourselves, (then as he/she grows up), of laying the past down, and stepping out.


  You. My Imaginary You.

I’m going to let us go.
  Took me a while to realize
  I am a person, too.
  Lost in a dream about us
  For more than twenty years
  I pressed myself to stay asleep
  Not waking up wasn’t too bad
  It was all I had,
  Or thought I did.


You and my imaginary you
  Held up the sky
  I was never in any harm
  You shielded me from drugs and destruction
  I just forgot about the trees
  I hardly heard the sea
  Or the swallows, is all.
  Grey clouds meant nothing,
  Nothing more than a smirk.


And all these that I’d neglected
  Are now part of the beautiful treasure
  My heart seeks,
  And finds.
  My heart breathes in,
  And sighs.
  My dear heart has been ready to let us go.
  And we must 
Let go.


You and your real you will be fine.
  Me and my clear me will trust that.
  I shall still think about you
  And worry a bit about you
  But not everyday
  Just sometimes in the remaining lifetime.
  My world was quietly heroic because of you
  I want to keep ‘Thank you’ in my heart
  So it won’t sound like a roaring ‘Goodbye.’


I’m going to let us go.
  But I’m not going to let them die.
  I’m cleaning out my house
  So the smell of grass and soil can swim in.
  So I won’t feed on shadows forever.
  I’m learning to hold up my own sky.
  (Don’t worry, we’ll all be fine.)
  The minute you are ready, too,
  Breathe. See. Love.
  Stay safe. Be healthy.


I’ll see you on our brief sometimes,
  My imaginary you.
  Then I’ll tell you about the new things I’ve done
  Without
  You.
  Don’t be sad.
  Don’t be scared.
  We’ll all be fine,
      
And finally alive.



What is your most beautiful thing? (It can be your daughter’s smile, a favourite poem, a bout of silence, climbing a mountain, meeting someone special …) 
I'd love to hear from you. And please remember to check out Fiona's book: 
The Most Beautiful Thing 

 
 
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Pretty & Fun Cupcakes for the Pretty & Fun Folks at Fairday Morrow!
I am tremendously honoured to be interviewed on The Secret DMS Files of Fairday Morrow . Two questions in particular set me thinking deep and clear. 

Deep
As the sea,
Clear
As the whistles
From the big rain tree.

I'm echoing one of their fabulous questions here. Hope to hear your answer on this:
What is one thing that you truly enjoy and have no understanding of why? (For instance, the color of moss, the sound of running water, a strip of silk, something that you always find special or magical.) 


See you over on Fairday Morrow's blog!

Have a great weekend ahead.

{*I'll be writing a special post on 'The Most Beautiful Thing' next Tuesday. Hope you check back again soon.  ❤ }

Love,
Claudine
 
 
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Spirited Away by Hayao Miyazaki (75th Academy Award Best Animated Feature)
A woman changes her mind as quickly as a sparrow flaps its wings. Ever since learning from YA author, Kelly Hashway, that this Friday is Friday the 13th, I'd been bent on writing a post on good luck-poor luck. (Featuring a brilliant picture book on this theme, too, of course.) For four days, I was sure I'd be writing on that.

Up till two hours ago. After hearing a familiar Japanese song from an animated adventure-fantasy classic, Spirited Away, I gave up everything else. 
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Spirited Away holds one of the greatest influence in storytelling & characters for me even though it's not a book. And even though it has been a decade since its release. Every time I need a magical pick-me-up, this is one of the stories I turn to.

Plot
10-year-old Chihiro and her parents were on their way to their new place when they passed by an old tunnel. Reluctantly following her curious parents, Chihiro walked into what seemed like an abandoned amusement park. There were, strangely, piping hot food at stalls nobody owned. Chihiro's hungry parents sat down to eat while Chihiro wandered on.

When she came upon a bath house, she met a boy about her age. He was stunned to see her and warned she had to leave before nightfall. 

And night did fall almost immediately.

Spirits swarmed out and filled the town. Chihiro ran back to her parents only to find they had been turned into pigs.

Trapped in this spirits' world, Chihiro had to find a way to survive, to hold on to her identity, and to save her parents.

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Spirited Away is a Ghibli Studio production written and directed by the golden-talented Hayao Miyazaki. Here's what he said about Chihiro:

"I created a heroine who is an ordinary girl, someone with whom the audience can sympathize, someone about whom they can say, "Yes, it's like that." It's very important to make it plain and unexaggerated. Starting with that, it's not a story in which the characters grow up, but a story in which they draw on something already inside them, brought out by the particular circumstances... I wanted to tell such a story in this movie. I want my young friends to live like that, and I think they, too, have such a wish." 

(Source: http://www.nausicaa.net/miyazaki/interviews/sen.html

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Memorable Characters:
Chihiro ~ brave and loyal

Haku ~ the boy she met at the bath house, who was actually a dragon working for the dominant witch

Yubaba ~ the dominant witch who owned the bath house and 'collected' Chihiro's name

Kamajii ~ a grandfatherly man/creature with six arms who worked in the boiler room of the bath house. A group of sootballs worked for him.
 
No-Face ~ a spirit that followed Chihiro around

And others (a gigantic baby, Yubaba's twin sister, Chihiro's roommate ...)

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There have been other Ghibli Studio productions since, but none has come close to being as authentic, imaginative and stirring as this. There have been other international animated films since, but none has been quite as intimate as this. Spirited Away is the fantasy adventure girls wish they have. 
 
Have you watched Spirited Away? (If you haven't,  I hope you'd give this classic a chance. I haven't met or heard of anyone who has seen this regret watching it.)

Enjoy the trailer! 
{*Oh, and I do mean to thank blogger-friends who've presented our blog with pretty awards. I may not be writing posts outside the Children's Story/Reading/Books genre, but I'm still deeply grateful to all who thought of us when it comes to awards. So thank you, Kelly, Barbara, Katrina & Taurean!} 
 
 
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2nd of February was Hans's birthday.

Children's stories aren't all that pretty. Some are cruel. Some break hearts.  And some come with intricate layers of meaning.  

Though the authors try to end them with a tinge of hope and peace, for some tales, shreds of sorrow remain.

The father of such stories is Hans Christian Andersen. I have enjoyed many of his works tremendously, but I couldn’t grasp the meanings clearly when I’d read them as a primary-school student. Too deep. Too brutal. Oh, why didn't the little mermaid end up with the prince?

Andersen’s stories were often a little sad; his characters physically meager, or bore emotional or moral cracks. There were the pitiful ones, the beautiful ones, the hateful ones, the dishonourable ones, and the occasional laughable ones.

The Little Mermaid               
The heartbreaking one. There seems to be more than one version to the ending, but the one I read has her turning into sea foam then into air rising to the pink clouds.

The Ugly Duckling                   
The one on self-esteem. Sad when even its mother cast it out. (*Despite Andersen's pitiful characters, I never had a problem enjoying his stories. I'm the kind who licks up melancholia.)

The Little Match Girl
The sad one, though my sisters and I always comforted ourselves with the thought that the girl was with her grandmother in the end, safe and warm.

The Wild Swans                    
A fortunate & beautiful one. Brave Elisa!

The Nightingale                      
Ah, another beautiful one. I love the Purple Bear Books edition, illustrated by Igor Oleynikov.   http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1025266.The_Nightingale 
The watercolour paintings are amazing ... despite the cringing first line.

The Tinderbox 
Yikes, a dog with eyes as big as tea cups! Honestly, I didn’t like how the soldier had cut off the witch’s head to snatch the tinderbox for himself. I like to think a soldier has more honour than that ...

The Princess on the Pea  
A fun one that got me wishing I could feel a pea under those mattresses and eiderdowns because I’d hoped I was secretly a princess. (This was when I was really small. Really.)

The Emperor’s New Clothes     
Yeah, the emperor was a laughable one. I like stories that are honest and talk about honesty.

Thumbelina/Thumbelisa       
I like this all right. Just all right. 

The Red Shoes                        
This one creeps me out. If you haven't read it, I don't want to spoil it for you. It's a thriller.

The Snow Queen                  
My all-time favourite. Gerda and Kai. And that beautiful, evil and lonely queen.


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Hans Christian Andersen did not have a healthy childhood. His cobbler father passed away when he was only eleven, and his mother was an alcoholic washerwoman. Hans grew up awkward, solitary and sorrowful. Though his stories often ended with a tinge of hope, I’ve always felt that hope to be rather melancholy. 

Do you have a favourite Andersen tale? (There are others not mentioned here. I wonder if you have read them, too?)