Magic of Awareness

photo eliza massey









Silence has it’s own special kind of magic,

Just as singing does.




Tiny Wonders

The temperatures are cooling down and the first snowflakes are perhaps just hours away on the north side of this small mountain in Maine,

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During the shorter darker days of November there can be a temptation to dream of warmer hours in the garden with fairy folk.











Though truly whatever season, the natural world is simply wonderful.

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The Memory Keeper’s Dress

Every few generations in each family there comes an individual who has a predestined path.

Known as The Memory Keeper this person is a family member who will gather together photographs and stories from our present day lives and those of our ancestors, saving and recording memorabilia that would otherwise become lost or forgotten.

Memory Keeper of the Present








In my family I am this generation’s Memory Keeper.

Memory Keeper










Several generations before me there was Margaret, my Grandfather’s sister. Through her son now passed many of the stories and photographs she shared with her only child, he passed down to me.

Margaret carried a memory book with her wherever she went, recording daily events as they transpired.

Memory Keeper with Bear










They say every picture tells a story. What do you think this one says about Margaret with this young park bear?

I think she looks more innocent than brave and that the bear appears as young and naive as she; happily enjoying the attentions of such a lovely girl.

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Margaret kept a collection of photographs that have become family treasures, such as this one of Gordon Highlander her brother during a visit to Dingman’s Ferry in Pennsylvania standing proud before tall Hollyhocks.

It is expected and required that every Memory Keeper create a sacred vessel in which to house their family’s stories. This vessel is then cast with an enchantment by fairy folk to become a unique one of a kind register of a family’s tales.

Memory vessels are sacred for they carry the dreams, wishes and memories from previous generations to the present day. Passed down from one generation to the next they can serve as inspiration, offering guidance for those seekers that come after, so they know they are never alone; their ancestors are always by their side.

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Margaret created two sacred vessels, a leather bound book she carried everywhere recording as she went and an embroidered box which held photographs the previous Memory Keeper passed down to her.

Memory Keeper










When my turn came for making a sacred vessel of my own I waited until the evening of the first Full Moon of Autumn; then called upon the Home Place Fairies along with my ancestors for guidance and inspiration.









The fairies whispered, “use what you have at hand”.  All around me I saw an abundance of discarded cardboard and so with the remains of several large boxes I set about to construct my own unique memory vessel.

Being a Fairy Seamstress it seemed a natural choice that I might create some article of clothing; so I decided upon a dress, a dress made entirely of cardboard into which I would place my family’s memories.









I collected large boxes from my basement; I stomped up and down happily hopping on them to flatten and then carefully cut them into large pieces. Next I painted each piece of cardboard with three coats of fresh white gesso paint on both sides.  As I worked I noticed fairies arrived, sparkling and whispering at my side.

a bodice appears










Then I  began to sketch on the cardboard as a bodice appeared. I cut out the bodice; manipulating the cardboard “fabric” into a three dimensional shape which I glued together with a hot glue gun.

painting hues of pink










The Fairies in their excitement began sprinkling fairy dust on every piece of cardboard I’d painted in soft shades of pink.

Petals are cut







Next I was cutting and painting cardboard petals.,







cardboard butterflies…











and cardboard leaves which I painted a gentle shade of green.

petals for fairy dress










I was so inspired that I worked all through many days and several nights as a dress took form.











The fairies whispered, “wings”, and I was happy to oblige.


Memory Keepers Dress










I cut and glued together one large cardboard rose,  smaller flowers followed.

Memory Dress






Before me a lovely cardboard fairy dress had taken form. Inspired by my ancestors and encouraged by fairies, I had created my own unique vessel in which to hold my family’s dreams, stories and memories.

Memory Keepers Dress acquires wings










Wings enchanted with fairy dust, came to life on a dress made of cardboard inspired by fairies and ancestors who lived before me.











Every Memory Keeper must present a book of their own; the Fairies whispered to me…”Cardboard, cardboard, it’s in your bone, make a book to house those stories that are your family’s all alone.”

And so I did.


Memory Keepers Book








So I cut and bent more cardboard, I painted, I drew…and a beautiful book began to emerge filling with the stories of ancestors past.

Memory Keepers Book








A moth, a Sacred Luna Moth”, the Fairies whispered and I complied adding the finishing touch.

The Memory Keepers Dress






On the eleventh day the dress and book were done, a welcome vessel in which to contain all my families memories, past, present and yet to come.

memory keepers dress










Look about yourself at the material you have at hand to create your own memory vessel and you too can turn the ordinary into the extra-ordinary.











Some Fairy Fun Facts:

Robert Gair invented the folding cardboard box quite by accident in Brooklyn NY in 1879.

Robert was born in Edinburgh Scotland on July 31st 1839 and came alone to America in 1853 at age 14 to meet his father who had traveled on ahead.

Gair opened his first paper factory on Chambers Street in Manhattan during the year 1864.

He gave his employees one day off a week in which to tend their to gardens.










 79th Scottish Highlanders Left to right ,

Captain Robert Gair standing

1st Lieutenant Lawrence Beattie seated

and James Arnott



Have a Fairy Fine Thanksgiving

The day before Thanksgiving; a welcome rain falls.

Yesterday, grand children wrote a welcome to the fairies on our greenhouse door hoping to lure them from their winter chambers one last time.

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It appears to have worked, as all of a sudden the little greenhouse filled with fairy dust; twinkled and glowed!










In the afternoon a fox-child looks out from a window, happy to see fairies taking flight. The fox-child knows no heavy snow is predicted for the night.

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Meanwhile deep in the forest of evergreens, a little girl helps her grandfather gather boughs before the sun sets on the horizon, a small group of Home Place Fairy Folk accompany her wherever she goes.

Late in the day she heads home with grandfather for hot chocolate.

All of the fairies return to their winter chambers and the fox-child returns to where ever it is that fox-children go.

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Just before dark a light snow falls and Old Horse returns to his stable for a meal of hay and grain.

Old Horse int he Snow








Fairies and children are snug in their beds when night arrives.

During the deepest, darkest hours of a November night a light snow falls, winds howl and the fox-child does too.

When morning comes the sun shines on Thanksgiving Day.

Inside the greenhouse left over fairy dust continues to glimmer and glow.

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Here at the Farm our Thanksgiving turkey is roasted and the first child to see it cheers.

Why those dear little Home Place Fairies have sprinkled our turkey with fairy dust ground precious and fine!

A  fairy dusted roast turkey is a gift of appreciation from fairy folks to humans who honor the natural world.

Our  fairy seasoned turkey is filled with gratefulness, joy and good tidings.

Those who eat this bird will feel fulfillment and have an abundance of holiday cheer.

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Have A Fairy Fine Thanksgiving Holiday!

And you never know maybe, just maybe there might be a  fox-child or Home Place Fairy peeking out at you!

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Wit and Wisdom Amongst the Boughs of a Giant Wolf River Apple Tree

Fae in the Wolf River Apple Tree










I know nothing with any certainty,

but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”

Vincent van Gogh




Thanksgiving is tomorrow, which is very exciting, and made all the more so by the welcome gifts of gratitude Fairy Folk leave around our farm.

For an entire week leading up to Thanksgiving members of the Fairy Kingdom leave offerings of thanks for all the enchanted clothing I have sewn or mended for them over the year. They are grateful that the Wizard and I have maintained our gardens, woodlands and organic blueberry barrens where fairies and wildlings together mingle and grow.









The Foxchild, one of my very best friends has been keeping an eye out for the Elves, Brownies, Hobgoblins, Pixies, Sprites and Trolls (to name just a few)  who come ahead of time when no one is looking;  leaving the most delicious surprises which I will serve to family and friends.










Look what Nora Russell, a Troll from the Knoll left for me this morning at the entrance to the Enchanted Forest.

Why it’s one of her Trolly Delicious Flourless Chocolate Cakes!










Nora, like most Trolls is a very accomplished chief. Each year for as long as I can remember  she has left us one of these exquisite cakes.

This year’s cake is topped with fresh pomegranate seeds and walnuts, set in a herbal bed of fragrant rosemary. Yum.










Nora’s husband William Edwin is gifted composer and violinist, and Nora as well as being a fine chief has a lovely soprano voice. Nora and Edwin perform together with the Grand Troll Opera, and they are about as romantic a couple as you could ever hope meet. Only chances are you will not meet them because Trolls are notoriously shy of humans, so encounters seldom happen.

However if you have a fair amount of patience and a keen ear you might hear, when the breeze is just right; after the wind has died down, William Edwin Troll playing his mesmerizing Marguerite Waltz on Violin as his friend Belya Troll accompanies him on piano.


Live your own great story out loud and remember to thank those whose gentle acts of kindness have touched you.










We know it’s a different kind of year and things are not quite the same, but the world has a wonderful way of righting itself with time.

A Very Happy Holiday to All of You Near and Far!

Happy Thanksgiving from The Home Place Fairies!



Live Your Own Great Story

Live your own great story.







The possibilities …

Blue Fairy Hill





Little Blue Fairy










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Where Have You Wandered Tiny Sister Fae?

Wandering about one fine autumn day, I spied two little fairy folk meandering with wands.








The two fairies stopped by the wayside as they wandered up Blue Fairy Hill, mumbling to themselves, wondering where their companion, their tiny sister Fae had wondered off to. Where did she go?








Red Cap and Pink Hat wondered as they wandered to the top of Blue Fairy Hill, where could their sister fairy Fae have wandered, where might she be?










When they reached the crest of the hill they both looked to the north; they both looked to the south,










They stood together and they stood apart.

Red Cap looked to the east; Pink Hat looked to the west,

No little fairy did they see.









They looked and they watched as the sun began to set,

as fairy dust they scattered across the fields sparkled and glowed.








Soon they headed down the hill back to the road calling Fae’s name, which is all just part of the three fairy sister’s game of hiding and seeking.










When they were back wandering the road, Red Cap whispered over her shoulder,  “Oh where have you wandered tiny sister Fae?”  “We cannot find you and want you to come with us and play.” 








When Red Cap turned around forward, startled was she, for there stood tiny sister Fae all giggling and laughing, and she said, “Are you okay?”  Tiny little Fae just laughed out loud, “Simply wanderful!”






Wonderful!” whispered Red Cap. And off all three wandered, as dusk turned into night, their wands all sparkling as they giggled with delight.





Tiny Wonders










The Lost Kingdom of Childhood where what you dream becomes real.










Tiny wonders













If All Your Life Were a Fairytale

If all of your life were a fairytale, if all your dreams came true.








What would you wish for?

What would you most like to come true?







The Fairies say, “Live your life like the blessing and gift that it is.

The thoughts you dream today are the seeds of all your tomorrows.










Whether you dream large, whether you dream small, it really doesn’t matter so long as you dream.










Somewhere in a faraway forest fairies might hear you; they will collect your dreams as you dream them and they will help nourish them so they grow.










Everywhere around us there is so much beauty.

E. Massey photo











“Don’t you know, everyone’s got a Fairyland inside…”



















Magic happens in every garden, all one has to do is look.








Happy November from the Home Place Fairies!





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