Trick's Tales

Welcome to Marja, the city of roots. Please enjoy your stay. Still Life (2025). Collage by me. 

This post is for Glogmas ‘25 and is in response to Loch Eil’s post from October 2022 called Small Gods of the Old Forest . Merry Christmas! Happy holidays!

Collage by me. Don't Fear the Reaper (2025). What my mother and the trees taught me was this - there are 3 places to touch the divine. The cathedral, the theater, and the forest. The cathedral sparkles. There's exquisite suffering in Catholicism. And I really admire it, how aesthetically rich that suffering is, the way they dramatize it, the way they bring excruciating death to life. I love the gold, the scale, the awe, the detail, the light, the dazzling array of beauties reaching beyond one's tiny human form. To experience it, one had to shut themself off, contort themself; simmer in doubt, shame, guilt, fear; wonder and awe at the blood and sacrifice, the wine and incense, the dread secrets. The cathedral's music, soaring high, high, arced by the gay music director, then silenced by a new bishop. At least that was my experience of it. If you don't grow up in a cathedral, you cannot possibly imagine (I imagine) the shame dug into your breasts and the fuzzy disappe...