Amid the Forest, Darkly Green, She Lives with Dwarfs-the Hills Between

I'm starting to believe I might not have a spirit animal. Friends and I are always trying to figure it out. I've had people tell me I must be a dog because i'm so terribly loyal. OR a chicken because I'm so nurturing, quirky and fearful. OR an owl because of how "little and wise" I am. Not to mention my tiny owl voice. But of course, I must be a cat because I'm such an old cat lady already. These cats and I seem to get along so well. None of them are through and through true though. So maybe I'm just more of a snow white. Copious men friends, Animal companions and all. I think I'd prefer to live my life hidden in a forest cottage anyway ;)
I've been reading a lot of Grimm's fairy tales the last several months. They are horrifying. I love them.
The last paragraph of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves:
"...The Old Queen was in a fury, and was so terribly mortified that she knew not what to do with herself. At first she resolved not to go to the wedding, but she could not resist the wish for a sight of the young Queen, and as soon as she entered she recognized Snow-White, and so terrified with rage and astonishment that she remained rooted to the ground. Just then a pair of red-hot iron shoes were brought in with a pair of tongs and set before her, and these she was forced to put on and to dance in them till she fell down dead." Horrible :)
In my favorite childhood version of the story the old queen's head explodes. yikes.



















Also, I love Rachel Weisz :)