Spoons are oddly meaningful in my world lately.
I’m a spoonie, which means I have a chronic illness. This term comes from Spoon Theory, which is the idea that people with disabilities and/or chronic illnesses have to measure their lives carefully so as not to overtax themselves. It’s a sort of energy conservation. I know I have a very finite amount of energy, and so I think very carefully about how I choose to spend it. And sometimes, you just run out of spoons.
But spoons have other meanings, too.
I’ve been reading a lot about faeries. Before they became benign, animated symbols of childhood, particularly feminine childhood, they were much darker creatures – manifestations of people’s fear. Faeries were, in fact, born from fear. In their earliest incarnation, they represented primal fears. Fear of the dark, fear of dying, fear of one’s own body or natural processes.
Over time, faeries evolved, but they were always the creatures that made things go wrong, particularly with women, children, childbirth, and child rearing. Changelings – creatures who took the place of a human baby – were a real threat.
Faeries were also a manifestation of things people couldn’t say. Of taboos and things too awful to be spoken of.