Remember the other week when we were closing doors all over the place?
So today it’s tiny little troll doors.
I imagine them kind of like this.
Yes, that’s the faery door that lives at the Playground — and sometimes mysteriously moves around, though really I suspect the Rallions of the Rally of doing that.
Or like the troll door in Casey’s house.
It’s a short squat door, and the doorknob is maybe a foot and a half (45 centimeters?) off the ground. I know!
And then it takes you into this tiny, cramped room where I’m pretty sure the trolls have their breakfast.
It’s not like I channel trolls or anything.
But I’ve been thinking even more about this theme of closing doors.
Of completion and finishing and making room for new things by saying “okay, this is closed now.”
Today is not going to be about big doors. It’s going to be the tiny ones and the hidden ones.
One phone call. One setting-up-of-an-appointment. One list of supplies.
And somehow the being-done of these things will clear the air. There is spaciousness and possibility when some of these tiny little troll doors are shut.
So of course I had to talk to the trolls.
Kind of like this.
Me: I can’t talk to trolls. I do not believe in trolls.
Kooky me: Yes, but you talk to me. And anyway, we also talk to walls and monsters and you are a pirate. I mean, drawing the line at trolls is kind of random.
Plus, you don’t have to believe in anything to play and be silly and experiment.
Me: Right. Right. There are no trolls. I’m just connecting with myself. And with things that seem important to me right now. Like order and sequence and potential. But it’s easier to talk to trolls because I can picture them.
Kooky me: And you say I’m the crazy one. That’s awesome. So what, these aren’t like …. I don’t know, the San Francisco trolls, are they? With the trance music and the parties?
Me: No! It’s more like … oh! Of course. I’ve already written about this. It’s the Heinzelmännchen again! I just need to find out what the Heinzelmännchen would do.
Kooky me: I like the way you think, you charming, adorable nutjob.
So then I just asked.
I said:
“Okay. I guess it’s hard for me right now to connect to the essence of what I want. So I’ll need some translation trolls. But what I’d like to know is: what needs to be closed?
“What needs sequence and order? What needs finishing? And how does this all happen with ease and lightness? Looking for some simple, elegant solutions and some first steps.”
And I got:
- start a list on the ship’s Bridge for X things that are living in your head right now.
- get a highlighter in each room.
- where is your flip chart?
- before you call Y, write down the three questions.
- pack the bag.
- find the black notebook (the thing you need is in there).
- go through account A and delete ten things.
- the music is wrong.
Alrighty then.
So that’s where I’m going to start.
If you would like to play with me, you are more than welcome!
You can play by coming up with your own lists of doors, tiny or otherwise. Or sharing troll stories. Or inventing troll stories. Or calling upon a consortium of Heinzelmännchen.
As always, we let everyone here have their own experience, so we listen and we don’t tell each other what to do.
Doonsk! Doonsk! Doonsk! (That’s the sound that troll music makes!)
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Oooooh, we have a tiny little door that magically appeared in our yard the weekend of our Big Illegal Wedding last year! It’s lovely and we leave presents for the faeries there all the time – and my son and I decorated their yard for them (and they move the stuff around all the time).
How lovely and neat! (:
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Havi,
I love that trolls are now part of the vernacular at the fluent self! I would like to introduce you to my good friend, Reverend Jen who is the curator of the Lower East Side Troll Museum–which also doubles as her apartment. This video was made by the Smithsonian, so there’s a little promo for the show up front but then it gets into the segment about the Troll Museum.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woXXwYb6M4Q&feature=related
There’s also this one with our friend Brer Brian singing the theme song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpMFVKO6eCk&feature=related
I’m going to see about getting a troll for you Havi.
As always you are a brilliant example of doing it differently, finding the way that works, or making one up if that’s what’s required. I sometimes forget that I can do this and I love that you’re always there to remind me.
Hugs to you-
Cathy
@kyeli – that is the sweetest thing!
@Cathy – ooh interesting. Very interesting! Love it.
AND UPDATE:
Three doors are CLOSED! Hooray!
However, the closing of one door resulted in the immediate opening of two more.
So I can’t decide if I feel like mickey mouse in the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, or if I want to be glad that now I see these other doors that weren’t visible to me before. I choose the second. For now!
On to the next doors!
I just had an A-Ha! type moment here.
The reason it is so helpful for me to do the ‘talking to things’ madness is because I am always so.much.nicer. to other people than I am to myself. You know, how you’d never say to a friend, “God, you lazy cow, go to the gym already,” … but it’s totally something I’d say to myself in the mirror. Yet, surprisingly, not helpful!
It’s much more effective and helpful and gentle to talk to a troll, or a monster, because I can approach them as a separate entity that deserves love and respect. So instead of saying to myself, “Why are you such a lazy slob? Filing doesn’t take that much effort, for goodness’ sakes! You can hardly see the desk for all the crap on top of it!” …
I can now say, “Hey, desk monster, how’s it going?”
(small fuzzy orange monster comes out from behind one of the stacks of paper) “Hello.”
“I see that although we cleaned the desk off last week, new stacks of papers and books and post-it notes have *magically reappeared.* What’s going on? Are you trying to hide from something?”
And in the end, somehow, the desk gets clean again.
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Hmm, I need to finish preparing a photograph which will in turn lead to a couple other doors. A sequence of doors, if you will, wherein I close them behind me to get through the next one. But since I know I’ll feel better once they’re done/closed, I’m off to work on that now. 🙂
Doonsk! Doonsk! Doonsk!
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Just closed two doors that had been swinging in the breeze for three weeks. The relief, it is lovely.
Now I’m sitting in the sunshine waiting for my daughter to come home from school. While I’ve been waiting, a neighbor dropped by to offer my daughter a basketball hoop that he isn’t using.
It all feels like trolls at work to me. Home is where the Heinzlmannchen are.
You know about Ann Arbor’s fairy doors, right? http://www.urban-fairies.com/
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I need some Heinzelmännchen, for sure. They sound kind of like Scottish Brownies, coming out to clean while everyone is asleep. I’ve tried to convince the cat to do that, but she’s not biting.
I managed to close a few troll doors earlier today, actually. I feel good about that. I have another one to close tonight. I’m just working on ease and spaciousness right now.
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This whole post made me unbelievably, inexplicably happy.
I would really, REALLY like to see a video of Schmoppet dancing to Troll Trance.
🙂
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Love this Havi! It makes me think of when Alice fell down the rabbit hole into the room of many doors in many sizes. I wonder what keys, and treats lie on the little table to help me get through them…
I have been known on occasion to paint fairy doors for gifts and things, and yet I don’t have one in my own house. hmmm
anyway, I love this closing little doors. When I do witchy work to have things come to me I have a visual of closing doors to what I don’t want. Also, just this morning I was thinking about tarot readings and such, and coming up with a new spread format which included a space for doors that are open to you, but I can now see how it could also be what NEEDS to be closed. Juicy things to ponder.