Saturday, June 13, 2009


I couldn’t tell you why, but Puck and his companions have been roaming around in my brain for the last week or so. The far off giggle of a hidden sprite seems to be always just on the edge of my hearing. Heather Alexander’s Midsummer has been on the stereo most of the week, coupled with the rest of her cd’s. I’m not sure why this reawakening in the fay is happening, maybe its time for me to shake loose a little from the serious side of most of my life. Time to interject a little whimsy, time to walk away from the modern and delve into the past and the almost past. I wrote the following a few years ago, but as I keep mumbling it to myself, I figure I might as well post it here.

(Or, what Puck really wanted to say)

Jenna Lutz©

If We Shadows Have Offended…..

As we planned and so intended,

Think But This and All Is Mended…..

Since our jokes have all been ended.
Drugged and dosed, we dragged you near,
Made our games out of your fear.
My Lord plotted out the scene,
And Left to me the way and mean.
Humans cannot comprehend,
Games with Fairies never end.
With mortal lives we run amok,
Betting all - to own their luck.
But now my master cries “Enough”
He says my games have grown too rough.
Now this Puck must unspell all,
Release the toys he did enthrall.
Give me grace, for he intends,
All leave this Grove, loving friends!


Some people bemoan the condition known to all as ADD and ADHD. The scattered and hyperactive antics of children in this “illness” are well documented. Pharmaceutical companies have for years offered magic pills and potions to cure this dread disease, psychiatry gurus have advised the proper behavior modifications, even religion has ventured out into the muddy waters with spiritual ills and rebellious spirits being leading causes in the illness. Praying, fasting, pills, and couch time… all advised to cure this horror. Children run the gamut from being “misunderstood and lost” to being just plain bad. They are medicated, interrogated, and, more often then not, segregated from the “good” kids. Parent’s pleas for calm, for quiet, for just a few minutes of sitting still are met with confusion and guilt.

As a young child, I had three speeds: Hyper, Warp… and Unconscious. While some may bemoan the horrors of ADD and ADHD, I have embraced them, in all their chaotic glory. While the frantic and frenetic pace of my never truly resting mind did cause me to have a difficult time integrating with children my own age, as well as no doubt advancing my parents inevitable decline into retirement… it’s benefits have far exceeded the payments this condition demands. I’ve swallowed the pills – thankfully proving to be violently allergic – tried the visualizations, and prayed myself silly. In the end? At the grand old age of nearing 30, I’m learning what others see as a blaze of wasted energy and non-conformist behavior is a golden path to what I truly am. This blog is a roadmap to one hyperactive’s mind, feel free to jump on for the ride.