come, for a wander, to my sacred space and see what we can find...

I have a sacred space under my ancient pine tree - a place where I believe faeries live, a place where I have an altar to leave little gifts to the fay, a place where I meditate and sometimes talk to the faeries - there is a gate and a seat......
gorgeous sunlight twinkles through the leaves of my persimmon tree -

and then I saw it . . .

and another ~ just before Samhain - I wonder......

So, caution my friend, as you walk and sing
Do not step into a Faerie ring;
Beware Fae food or a Faerie kiss,
O, lest your life as mortal,
..missed.
Written By
Bexboomer

look closely and tell me what you see. . .

and I don't want to hear theories of why the mushrooms grow under pine trees nor do I want explanations of anything you may see in my photos - 'cause ~

I BELIEVE !!!

the nasturtium faery

of course there is a nasturtium faery, silly billy me! there is a faery for every single plant on our gorgeous earth.

The Song of
The Nasturtium Fairy

Nasturtium the jolly,
O ho, O ho!
He holds up his brolly
Just so, just so!
(A shelter from showers,
A shade from the sun;)
'Mid flame-coloured flowers
He grins at the fun.
Up fences he scrambles,
Sing hey, sing hey!
All summer he rambles
So gay, so gay -
Till the night-frost strikes chilly,
And Autumn leaves fall,
And he's gone, willy-nilly,
Umbrella and all.

are there faeries in my garden?

I took a wander around my back garden this morning - picking citrus bugs off my orange & lime trees, looking at the basil which has just about finished for the year and noticing how the garden is truly getting ready for winter - I love this time of year!

the morning is a crisp autumn one - the grass heavy with dew, the choughs having a fine old time in my magnolia, the magpies warbling and little finches in their hundreds twittering away in the ancient apple tree......

*yes, the same apple tree that I 'saved' - 'cept I didn't do a real good job as the borer is still munching away at the heart wood. But the apple tree is holding its own - it still looks healthy and hey! it is over 75 years old so it deserves to have a few barnacles and bumps.

do you think faeries live here?

Joe made me this birdhouse for my 40th birthday - behind is a lemon, just outside my kitchen door - I use old lemonade bottles for fly traps - along with a mixture of vegimite, sugar and water it is supposed to trap fruit fly before it can sting the fruit..

and nasturiums - I love them! the way they self seed everywhere. My grandfather grew these in his garden and would eat the leaves on bread and butter - an acquired taste. I wonder if there are nasturtium faeries?

dancing with the pixies

the photo above was found on the net - I don't have any callistemons in my garden, but after this weekend, I will.... the faeries want me to plant one... if you look closely you will see the little seed pods where they live, where I saw them as a child. . . . .

And as a child, I can remember dancing with the pixies and laughing and clapping gleefully & having faeries as my confidantes. I would talk to the faeries who lived in the 'bottlebrush bush' outside my home - making little houses for them, giving them food and little gifts to make them happy. I knew without a doubt that they were real.
But as I grew up, I was always told to 'get my head out of the clouds' and to be 'sensible, there is no room for fluffing off with the faeries in this world' - so my 'sight' was closed down and I have a terrible time with it now - inside, deep down I know & believe faeries exist and I can feel the faery energy around me but part of me won't believe -the sensible, doubting part of me, the 'grown-up' part of me.... that is one of my turmoils every day of my life...

I have books and cards and I meditate but I just can't see them anymore - it breaks my heart :(

a little later today, I am going to do a little ritual at my faery altar - to invite them back into my life - I am going to ask them to open my 'sight' again.....

faery friday. . .

Fairies dance all night long and, in the morning, rings of mushrooms may be seen. They are the boundaries of the dancing circle. Be careful not to step inside the circle, as you may enter the Fairy Realm. If you are near a ring when the fairies are dancing, you'll be drawn to it. If you enter, you will dance with the fairies, unable to stop. It may feel like only minutes, but it is, in reality, years, around 7. The only way to get out is if someone comes after you and pulls you out, while keeping their foot outside of the circle.

I didn't go to art class yesterday. I stayed home in my 'art studio' and created.... I played with my collage piece and made a woodland sprite for a one on one swap with artsy mama..... a little woodland mushroom ~ I like her. I was going to add wings but I don't think she needs them. She will be on her way on Monday

I really love creating dolls ~ I love giving them away too..... I love to make them for someone - they take on a life of their own as I begin and I really don't know where they will end up. I am sometimes suprised how they turn out.

my faery altar, candlemas and other stuff

create a fairy altar to honour the fairies and to ask for their protection. Your altar can be anywhere you wish - you can have more than one & you can have one outside, wherever you put it - it will be yours and reflect your personality.
You might like to cover it with some shimmery, glittering fabric. Or you might like to decorate it with crystals, candles, a faery wand or ornament - lots of glitter or you might want only natural objects - leaves, shells, stones, feathers & twigs. whatever reminds you of fairyland but remember the little folk do not like iron

I love Fridays - it is MY day. A day that I do whatever I wish to.

Candlemas day today. . But is it really Candlemas for me? Down here - it is supposed to be the harvest festival - Lammas. Of course, I am totally confused. However - I am going to have lots n lots of tealights burning for Candlemas and will probably celebrate Lammas on the weekend. There are no rules.

I read this on the internet last night and it made much sense to me.

I believe that pagans of yesteryear did not do rituals for their Sabbats and certainly not in any ceremonial way to which Gardner has it. He was a ceremonial magician and combined the Sabbat celebrations with ceremonial ritual which was performed when doing magick. I believe the pagans of yesteryear celebrated the Sabbats as a festival where people gathered and shared in the seasonal changes and not standing in some cast circle, calling in Quarters with athames flying and incense flowing. They might have simply performed some sort of celebration in their home in honor of that Sabbat. Many of the pagans were farmers and worked from sunrise to sunset. Their lives were just as busy in simply trying to survive as our lives are busy now.

HECATES CAULDRON

and today I am going to play. I am involved in an altered book swap - a one on one and I am obsessed with it. The ideas & creativity are pouring out, much like the rain outside (YAY!). as well as doing some pages for a chunky crow book swap that I am involved in as well. I can create anything when given a subject but if I have to come up with a subject - that is when I freeze up. I am thinking of joining our local artist community centre - they have classes at the moment in mixed media - it may give me some techniques and help me to loosen up.

In my mail box this week I had two pleasant surprises - a sweet set of faery cards from Pretty Lady & an ATC from Janet - it is gorgeous and will be put into my journal. thankyou so much to each of you. I am amazed at the constant love that is sent through the mail - it touches my heart xo

AND it is the FULL MOON ! shh - things are ok here right now, no lunatic episodes.....