I can’t say why others collect things. I collect things for various reasons. I find that some collections are symbolic. When I was a child, I collected unicorns. Horses were the first thing I learned to draw well, and unicorns in particular were my favorite doodle for a long time. It was something that people knew they could get for me, and let me tell you, I got some pretty ugly unicorns in my day. They were symbolic of what I saw as my separation from the rest of humanity… my “purity.” The idea that I was better than other people was a defense mechanism to how I was being treated at the time, and unicorns were my symbol of perfection. I empathized with the unicorn as something which could transmute poison and be free. I didn’t handle my anger well. I disassociated with it, which got me into trouble later on.
Because later on, it was dragons, and still is. Dragons were my anger. They’re my fiery temper, my rage. Dragons tear things up, but they also hoard things, and I was filling up on books. I still hoard books, but I don’t hoard my anger. In Western mythology, dragons are hoarders. In Eastern mythology, they are teachers and protectors. The second thing I learned to draw well were dragons. Now people buy me dragons instead of unicorns. I’ve received some pretty ugly dragons. The unicorns have mostly moved on through various yard sales. I still have some of the better pictures I drew.
Books are my biggest addiction. I collect all kinds of books, from comic books and fiction to books on history, mythology, religion, and philosophy. I call my comic book collection my retirement fund. I learned to read on Tolkien, so my love of fantasy was a foregone conclusion. It’s in my dragon nature to hoard these treasuries of words. I started reading the nonfiction as a child because even as early as eight or so, I knew I wanted to write. There were other things I wanted to do, but I felt that a proper frame of reference would only serve to make me a better writer.
So I don’t know why other people collect the things they do. I’m sure everyone has their own reason for collecting, but I imagine it all boils down to feeling something. Their collections make them feel… something. I collect some things because they have a personal meaning to me. I collect other things because I like them and some day they may be valuable. I collect other things for their ability to inspire. I think that covers all the bases. I don’t imagine there are any other reasons to collect things….
June 27th
The Sun Dance is performed by many Plains Indian tribes to honor the summer sun. A special crow totem may be adorned with feathers. Held by the relative of a victim of murder, it will indicate the identity of the killer.
The Initium Aestatis was the Roman festival of the beginning of summer. It honored Aestas, the tutelary goddess of summer.
Julian the Blessed, champion of pagan religions, died in 363.
Rain today meant rainy weather for the next seven weeks.
On this date in the year 1956, prolific Wiccan author Scott Cunningham was born in Royal Oak, Michigan. He was initiated into Wicca in 1973 and the Ancient Pictish Gaelic Way in 1981.