The cover of this magical little book features a rabbit flying over the moon. Open the book, and there is an original story inside for you to read and enjoy.
The story is called Egg Moon.
It's a dreamy journey through the depths of sleep, where inner change happens.
I first performed it at StoryLab in Harvard Square. The audience enjoyed it, and I hope you will too.
-Technical stuff-
Book dimensions: 1.25” X 1” X .25”.
Materials: The book locket is steel with a gold finish. The rabbit and moon are brass with a gold ox finish. The stones are etched glass and a glass opal. The celestial background is painted paper. The story is printed on fine linen paper. The necklace chain is brass with a gold ox finish. Necklace length 22".
Construction:
All the decorative elements, including the cups holding the stones, are riveted securely onto the front of the book and the chain loops are riveted onto the back of the book.
This item comes with an artist card & a pillow style gift box.
-Storyteller Stuff-
Egg Moon drifted into my mind while I was admiring a friend’s collection of John Tenniel art prints. He was the artist who illustrated the original Alice in Wonderland book.
Below is an excerpt of my story:
EGG MOON:
One night while nobody was watching the moon turned into an egg. The first person to notice it, the girl who worked at the all night donut drive-thru, thought that a cloud had fallen asleep across the moon, giving it a funny egg shape. But there was nothing around the moon but stars and sky and night. And it was not the moon, it was an egg.
“Look at that,” said the girl to the man who’d been working late and had stopped for coffee. He looked out of his car window and there it was, the egg moon.
It still looked very moony. It had that faraway, apricot and copper pennies shining through a patch of deep, deep sea water look to it. And it was rising fast, just like the moon did when it was low. Losing color as it rose. Tugging your heart up after it. It settled itself up in the sky glowing like a pearl. But shaped like an egg.
“Well, damn,” said the working late man. He checked the donut he had just bought to make sure it was still round. He did things like that automatically. On the day of his wedding when all his friends had arrived dressed in strange clothes and behaving in ceremonies so that he almost didn’t recognize them, he’d checked his bride to make sure she was still the woman he’d decided to marry. The donut was still round and sugary. The moon was shaped like an egg. He wondered if there was someone he should call.
To be continued...