Curiosity. . .It Calls You Endlessly

Last night I sat by a bonfire under a full moon with my guitar and sang ‘Curiosity’ to no one but myself and the spirits of the Land.  The creatures of the Night sang along with me, and a small singing insect came to sit in the little plant beside me.  He seemed to be chirping in rhythm to the song, and I remembered to roots of the melody.  I first heard it in a dream in which the veils between worlds dissolved, and I met a troupe of singing faeries who gave me the tune, and asked me to write about ‘friendship between our worlds.’  A few months later I was singing it on stage at the House of Yes in a dark circus retelling of ‘Peter Pan.’

Last night I sang it again for the ones who gave it to me under a shining sky–and the spiral dance continues. . .

I do believe in faeries, I do, I do!