Honorable - The Poet and the Peony, #AtoZChallenge

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Honorable

A young scholar, Siang Yu completed his training in the three perfections: poetry, art, and calligraphy. He is a scholar, a Dragon of the Golden Court of the Song Dynasty. As ages ago, Prince Yu, said to Turtle, the friend of First Dragon, P’angu, “We will carved the Yellow River and leave the rapids over the steep rocks. When a fish jumps these rapids, this fish becomes a dragon.” This young Court Dragon, Siang Yu painted beauty with words and images. In an ancient Taoist garden, this poet created a lasting love with a peony, a young maiden.

Blogging from A to Z April Challenge: #AtoZChallenge - 4-10-2017 - Letter H

The Magic Paintbrush

A to Z Blogging Challenge

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 The Magic Paint Brush 

P – PASSION, playful, peaceful, polite, patient, pleasant, powerful, poised, practical, precious, popular, prosperous, pleased --> POSSESSIVE

Ma LiAng is a Chinese legend, supposedly about a Emperor of that name, from the Golden Dragons (between 200 to 1800), the period of golden prosperity where young men studied the three perfections: Art, Poetry and Calligraphy and were call Dragons of the Court. A poor boy, Ma LiAng wants to learn to paint but has no money and family all killed in the many wars. Always he draws either in the sand or the wet dirt. Finally, he is given a magic brush by the Queen of the West, Mother of the Dragons. The brush can only paint for the ‘good of the people.’A greedy Emperor desires Ma LiAng’s magic, and will destroy to get what he covets: gold, dragons and the Phoenix.  I have used the story to tell what an artist does to create a work of ART!

The Elves, Grandma Bobbie thoughts!

Looking out beyond my gate, I saw two elf looking characters today, that look like the elfin miners. One fell off his bike driving over the garbage can and other one older walking up the street. They looked scrubby and scuffled and had elfin beards and long brown hair flying. I always wonder what the young elves looked like, and today these two on my street looked liked elves only younger than the elderly Ole Elf I saw in Colorado at the gambling casino sitting by the slot machine. The young men on the street were much younger and a more colorful. The one who fall off his bike, could be young kaJ, the miner only looking tired, a little dirty and ruffled. Not Ole Uncle Elf Clyde who left Iceland and knows the Nordic Gods (Thor, Odin, etc.). Ole Elf Clyde looks more like a conventional elf: short and fat, a Santa's helper, or a keeper of the pots of gold at the ends of the rainbow, which one can never catch even in the fastest of cars or airplanes.

Elfn and Faery Homes Repaired

Today was a busy day for Grandma Bobbie, as she started painting the Troll houses for Harian's family. OH, MY, was Harian on her. He wanted his house brown. When she finally found the brown paint he was fine.  He did not want the yellow snowflakes on his house. "No way!" He stomped around causing houses to topple all over Grandma Bobbie's painting studio. Bobbie told Harian, "I have no white paint." Harion yelled,  "You just paint what you wanted." Harion is a large giant. Bobbie responded, "Harion, to remind everyone you are from Iceland, I use the snowflakes. Yellow is power." Finally he did like the yellow snowflakes. Then he argued,  "NO! Not a purple door." "I'll repaint it tomorrow." "And no glitter!" "Harian, kaJ said the glitter is a substance for the magic to create the inside like you want." Finally Maude, Harion's wife, liked the purple glitter and said, "Harian, the doors stays purple with the glitter.' And to Bobbie, "Please, put the glass windows around the top so we can watch the bridge and house. And yes, maybe a skylight."

And so it was settled, a brown house,  yellow snowflakes with windows, and a purple glittered door.

Elfin and Faery Houses Repaired

More on painting the Elfin, Faery and Troll Homes

 

From Old Elfin Man:
Almost Summer, and the homes are still not located. The Elves and Merchants camping in the bottom yard among the poppies. King kaJ and Queen Emma Fae of the village are so upset that their anxiousness causes a late bloom for the poppies, which upset the Poppy Faeries. I must say it is nice to see all the children playing and have a time in the lower gardens camping is always fun for me, loved it since gold rush days. The dancing, singing, and meals around the Faery Circle are heart and soul filling. The love rounds out.  

    Grandma Bobbie finally got the houses varnished and ready to repaint. Only to have an argument with King kaJ, the KING using his power. Grandma Bobbie wants to split the village and put the homes around into the different gardens leaving the Merchant shops under the bridge. The Elfin homes to be put here and there in the flowers of the upper and lower gardens. Aunt Millie and Uncle Olaf agreed with Grandma Bobbie and their homes will hang on the brick wall in the backyard. Although Aunt Millie demanded the School and the GuestHouse come with her as she is the manager of both. kaJ did agree, not wanting a fight with the Elders. And the Trolls liked the idea of hanging their homes on the Grandma Bobbie's house.
     kaJ,still demands that the Elves stay as one large community under the bridge. He is not a flower faery  Bobbie explains she wants the children in her realm to find the homes here and there in the flowers. No, kaJ wants no names on the houses and only one mailbox for letters.  While she painted, kaJ rang the chime over and over to agitate Grandma Bobbie, who was so tied of hearing the clatter she tied the the chimes together. kaJ better calm down, the other elves will be more than upset.