You've lost your muchness

'You used to be much more..."muchier." You've lost your muchness.' - The Mad Hatter 

Muchness- in a simple/ I can't be asked to quote all the different definitions and where they are from, so I'll make my own- is the greatness of who you are. 

Everybody has muchness. Everybody could be a little more muchier. The true beauty of muchness is staying muchier as you travel through life. And perhaps we're all destined to lose our muchness. That maybe we have to slay a jabawockey to get it back. A jabawockey, we don't think is our destiny to slay or that we just simply cannot do it. But watching Tim Burton's Alice and finding that I still have the same childish love for the Mad Hatter's reasonings in life, made me realise Alice didn't fight the jabawockey alone. So maybe, if you've lost your muchness, you haven't found you Hatter. And that's okay because everything and everyone moves in their own time. And sometimes your Hatter isn't a person. sometimes it's your cat that always listens to you. And so sometimes you are your own Hatter. 

Good luck on finding your muchness...

The essence if your spark

On a hot, crazy summer/autumn limbo middle afternoon or maybe 11:59 (not trying to be specific here) I was introduced to a wonderfully marvellous drama exercise titled MAGNIFICENCE! 

... And so the rest of the story is down hill from here...

But let it be told, I never tell a tale: I never tell a boring tale without a slightly less boring moral. 

Oh, I do wonder where this is going?!?!

Magnificence as it is so beautifully title, is an acting exercise set out to make you think about what makes you magnificent. How are the small things (that make you a little bit mad hatterish) built up into the complex star dust structure, thing, that in turn makes you, you, and by being you, makes you pretty magnificent! 

Me. I see my over the top, articulate every letter in a word, stand up straight but also dress like your a bit of a homeless hippy from the 80s as alright. But I also see (please don't make me write that out again) 'it' as a magician's apprentice born to be different and had their Hogwarts letter destroyed by Voldemort, so has to find another means of performing their magic; a novel by me. And that is pretty magnificent! (Not that I want to toot my own horn).

And so I guess that wasn't such a bad story after all... Maybe