i have always been a earth drawn person.
i
have always been enchanted by
folk-lore
and i have always believed in
the mystical.
my favorites amongst the
mystics have been faeries.
so i have been inspired
to dedicate a special place.
for
specail creatures that silently exsist among
us...
shh...and listen...
l e g e n d s
To me that best describes a fairy. They are
the supernatural silent around us. They are
beneficent and are inclinded to play.They
dwell and are drawn to nature the hills,
woods, streams...to build rings, tables, and
steeds. They are known by many names.
"a few inches high, airy, and almost
transparent in body ; so delicate in form
that a dewdrop when they chance to dance upon
will tremble indeed...but never
break..."
"I
n a shape no bigger than agate stone,on the
forefinger of an alderman. Her traces of the
moonshine's waterybeams, her collar the
smalliest of spiderwebs..."
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ever wonder why when things are silent, and
you are alone...you feel watched or within
company? Did you or do you know a child that
has an imaginary friend?(i was a child that
talked to the fae) ever see a quick sudden
movement or light? Do things in your home
ever become misplaced or moved? well...if you
answered yes to any of these you now know you
were in the -p r e s e n c e-.
The
second beloved spot
was the pasture. I was furtunate enough to
have horses. And in the spring in the
seemingly millions of purple clover beds, I
laid staring to the sky, singing songs,
dancing, making wreathes and other wearable
items. I can see myself a small girl sitting
around animals much largier than myself, and
they seemed enchanted by my simple play. How I
smelled scents beyond the greenary, heard
humming beyond bumblebees, or dragonflies,
felt tickles from soft touches, and was truly
enchanted.I can recall a girl that lived down
the road named brenda and we collected
samples here and there to blend together,
because some voice we talked to told us of
it's uses. The outdoors was never a place
feared. I drove my mother in worry sleeping
beneath the stars more than she wanted. I
know my dreams were tickled as I slept.Even
today flowers hold a specailness to me. Trees
have always been my choice of sketches. And
sometimes when I take that moment to breathe,
I feel them still...waiting for me to return
and play...
i can recall my
childhood very
distinctly...and I was happy. Most of my
memories are of me outside...never wanting to
come in. There were 2 perticular places I
loved to "frolick" in my backyard that was a
place full in my mothers flowers, plants, and
earth soul. I always found worlds, and other
times adventuring there. We lived in the
country were things were quite, and our home
was roomy. And my mother's backyard garden
was my secret place. Pennios, daffiodils,
roses, lilacs, honeysuckles, herbs, and other
beauties found me talking to them, and living
in another place.
