Happy Glorious New Year from the Home Place Fairies!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy New Year From the Home Place Fairies!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Somewhere far away on the north side of small mountain is a garden filled with all sorts of magical possibilities.

A large and very beautiful garden that lays resting beneath a covering of soft white snow…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Experience a glimpse of this wonderland… as we dream together. The best is yet to be.

 

 

 

 

 

Let’s herald in this New Year and usher out this old.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once a long, long time ago

I knew a little girl

who lived in a little house

in a little wood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The little girl lived with a fairy horse and two tame wolf dogs deep within an enchanted forest in a clearing by a stream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each day the little girl would walk with the animals through the forest learning from nature.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the years passed the little girl learned how to listen to all of the inhabitants of the forest and in time she spoke their languages.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By listening and looking closely the little girl discovered the diversity of other beings and how integral those differences are to the well being of all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the little girl grew she witnessed the brotherhood of every living thing.

 

Glossary:

integral:      essential

essential:    absolutely necessary

diversity:   of many different elements or types

brotherhood:  a feeling of closeness that exists between a group which chooses to live or work together

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Merry Christmas!!!

From the moment I stepped out into my dooryard this morning I knew this day was special.

All about me the ground was covered with new fallen snow; all was silent, all was still.

It is Christmas Eve, the eve before the most sacred  day of all days in all of the world .

Fairies,  humans and  animals all respect and honor this day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I intentionally wandered about my farm with a deepening sense of gratitude for the God of all things whomever and whatever you perceive him to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Entering  the pit greenhouse far below the frost line, I was awed by how the greenery flourishes despite the outside snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the Children’s Garden, all was still, the flowers  dormant under a blanket of white, not a fairy nor human in sight.

 

 

 

 

 

Crossing the back meadow I passed Old Horse as he stood sentry, guarding the entrance to the fairies winter chamber as he does each and every  day.

 

 

 

 

 

I headed up the knoll through the woodland with Paco to Blue Fairy Hill,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We crossed the bridge over The Stream of Dreams where the wand makers create magic each Easter in spring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and we walked through the glen where the gnomes reside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paco and I continued on, hiking to the top of the hill where I pledged my allegiance  to the land before me far and wide.

 

 

 

 

 

Just before dusk set in I heard laughter and caught a glimpse of a lone child  at the top of the hill as she danced with her Teddy  in the snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The child had discovered an enchanted Christmas Tree left by the Fairies.

Over her left shoulder the protective, guiding light of the north star watched as she sang thanks to the powers that be.

Heading back down the hill Paco and I entered  the enchanted Woodland where the Home Place Fairies dwell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There I left an offering in the Alter of the Fairies at the foot of their Great Oak Tree.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My gift to them, a token of thanks for all the magic they bring to our world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I left the woodland and headed for home I sensed but could not see the Home Place Fairy folk looking out at me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My little farmhouse looks so cozy and warm after a day wandering about in the cold.

 

 

 

 

 

The walkway to home looks inviting, all a glimmer and welcoming with Christmas lights .

There truly is no place like home on a Christmas Eve night with loved ones, pets and family at your side.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wishing You A Fairy Merry Christmas from the north side of a small mountain in Maine!

Love from  The Home Place Fairies and The Fairy Seamstress

Peace be within you.

 

Christmas is a powerful time in the Fairy Kingdom, the Elves and Gnomes are particularly busy.

Human children far and wide are writing lists of wishes, wants and desires.

The Home Place Fairies cheerfully depart from cozy winter chambers waving wands, busily casting enchantments upon any childhood wish that happens to linger, determining the integrity of each wish by the weight of a child’s sincerity as opposed to desire.

The magic of all your believing begins with a wish…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas is the perfect occasion for creating your own great life story.

Imagine walking out your  front door into the world of your imagination.

How wonderful, how utterly fantastical that could be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here atop Blue Fairy Hill a little girl dances alone with her Teddy in new fallen snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She dances the dance of the hopeful.

A dance of youth and infinite possibilities.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Later she will return home to her sister and family.

She will carefully place the last ornament on their fir tree, wishing for kindness, for fresh food on their table, for family unity, love and understanding…. a game maybe and a new soft toy or two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the end of the day she will fall asleep with her fuzzy in a box by the fire.

The Fairies will linger watching over the child, taking into account all of her dreams and desires, her past and present behaviors and the depth of her heart.

If they determine her worthy, which they do….they will weave together all of her wishes, hopes and desires into an invisible but potent shroud…

And they will cover the sleeping child with this shroud, instilling upon her the courage to strive and move forward, to believe in her own character…to have the bravery to live her own great story out loud.

Later this evening the child will not awaken as her Father carries her to her warm bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the morning she will wonder if she only dreamed of all the fairies that danced the night before in the snow and around her head .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Merry Christmas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Old Horse and the slumbering Fairies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Merry Christmas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From The Seamstress to the Fairies and Santa!

 

 

From the north side of a small mountain in Maine we wish you a Fairy Merry Christmas and a Fairy Happy New Year!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What could be better than Christmas?

Why a Christmas Birthday!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday Nightingale and Feliz Cumpleanos Perico !!!

Good Tidings and Best Wishes From The Seamstress to The Fairies, The Home Place Fairies and Old Horse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The first day of winter has arrived here at the Farm and the Home Place Fairy Folk celebrate accordingly.

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday Blue Fairy Hill was covered in snow; today heavy December rains have arrived washing it all away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What a difference one day can make.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fairies have taken notice and with these unusually warm temperatures they have flown from their chambers; dancing through the Enchanted Forest and all about the Farm before and after the rain.

The first day of winter is called the Winter Solstice. It is the shortest day and longest night of the year. Here in Maine the official time of the Solstice is 5:02 AM EST.

So light a candle, burn a yule log, make a wish or say a prayer…just as the Home Place Fairies do.

The Winter Solstice officially occurs when the tilt of the earth is such that the North Pole is the farthest away from the sun. Which causes less light to reach the northern hemisphere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While out walking I was delighted to discover an invitation to come join the fairies in their Winter Chambers for Chamomile Cookies and tea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Winter Chambers of the Home Place Fairies is a very magical and secret homage nestled deep within the heart of an ancient Oak Tree  hidden in the Way Beyond of the Enchanted Forest.

Cast with three impenetrable Invisibility spells their fairy chamber remains fortified and protected,  impossible for any mortal to find.

The Wildlings know where it is, but they won’t tell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Seamstress to the Fairies I am a sworn keeper of their secrets. Because of this and my close relationship to Old Horse their Guardian and best friend I have been invited to join them in their home quarters.

I am honored.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I will never be able to tell you how I got there as I am sworn to secrecy, and in truth, quite simply put, I do not know.

I only know I arrived and returned as if from a dream.

Enjoy the Solstice!