lilith – Non Omnis Moriar

Vintage Bean

constantia — Tue, 18 Sep 2012 04:08:46 +0000

I love my little girl.

Incarnations: Pompeii Edition

constantia — Tue, 18 Sep 2012 01:03:36 +0000

Today, Lilith pretended we were all camping at Mt. Vesuvius. It was the strangest thing. We were in the car, driving out to run errands after picking her up from school. She told us that she wanted to pretend we were camping, and for me to pull up the camping place on a map. (We zoom the nav to somewhere green when she asks for this; I usually choose Griffith Park.) Then she starts telling us that we’re camping in Mt. Vesuvius, and she describes it to us: there are statues everywhere, and the fountains are all black. There are butterflies, too. And caterpillars. And the flowers grow large and beautiful.

I’ve never mentioned Pompeii or Mt. Vesuvius, and I don’t imagine that she’s learned about this in preschool. I haven’t been watching much tv, so I don’t think she picked it up that way. It’s all very strange and weirdly lovely. At the risk of sounding goofy — is this a past life memory?

The artist at work.

constantia — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 22:29:56 +0000

Lilith’s drawing of Rapunzel

constantia — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 19:32:21 +0000

Lilith-Abi

constantia — Tue, 17 Jul 2012 05:19:30 +0000

Today, Peter Beagle taught me a bit about Lilith and lullabies.

Damn fine Monday.

Lilith & Wednesday: Griffith Park on a Hot Sunday Morning

constantia — Sun, 08 Jul 2012 19:59:20 +0000

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike. – John Muir

Lilith & Wednesday at Griffith Park.

Araña

constantia — Mon, 18 Jun 2012 03:16:43 +0000

Barrial, Lilith. Araña. 2012. Black Phoenix Museum of Art. Sharpie on copier paper.

Butterflies taste like flowers and butt.

constantia — Tue, 22 May 2012 04:13:37 +0000

Today, a very small butterfly flew at Lilith’s mouth. She sputtered, and the butterfly took off. Lilith told me that butterflies taste like flowers and butt, and then she put a bucket on her head so no more butterflies would fly into her mouth.

constantia — Sat, 19 May 2012 04:14:23 +0000

There drew she forth the brand Excalibur,
And o’er her, drawing it, the winter moon,
Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth
And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt:
For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks,
Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work
Of subtlest jewellery.

If it fits, it ships!

constantia — Mon, 16 Apr 2012 05:31:45 +0000

I tried to ship her off to Borneo, but she’s wise to my tricks.