A Home Place Fairies Tale: Old Horse and The Wand Makers
Somewhere far away in New England on the north side of a mountain in a village of hope, a small troop of Home Place Fairies gather together in the deepest hours of twilight. On this evening each year they have the ability to shape shift, increasing their size to that of mortal children. In order to do so they must shed their wings and leave them behind closeted deep within their chambers of an old oak tree.
While a human child slumbers in a farmhouse nearby the fairies happily gather stardust to grind into powder, precious and fine.
Filling finely woven willow baskets the fairies look high and they look low. Sensing the sleeping child they enter her dream. All the while an old horse stands watching , he’s waited many years for this day.
They are the Wand Makers and this is their hour . These fairies have no time to waste as they march across the meadow through the forest to the Stream of Dreams.
Here stands La Rosa, she is the Wand Keeper .
It is during these twilight hours of enchantment that stars reflections drop from the sky. Floating down the Stream of Dreams they are captured by the fairies on twigs of apple, ash and oak, creating powerful wands.
The Wand Makers must work together in tandem capturing enough starlight to empower all of their wands for one full year. Only on this day early each spring, before the buds turn green can they work this magic.
The Fairies work hard and in silence, with great concentration. They must not miss one starlight’s reflection as each represents a mortal child ‘s dream.
“Old Horse is waiting and time is running short. ” La Rosa tells the Wand Makers .
Nightingale and Lula Belle join Old Horse who has been watching and waiting near by.
Old Horse follows Nightingale. He’s been through this before and he knows what must be done.
To the edge of the meadow where the ancient orchard grows they take him, while in the farmhouse a girl child lays dreaming of starlight, and wands.
Old Horse bows his head as the fairies work their magic. He is re-enchanted with everlasting time. Though he ages he never grows old.
Into the little girl’s dream the fairies enter. “Come with us.” they whisper to the sleeping child.
And so the girl follows the fairies and Old Horse follows them, deeper into her dream they go.
As darkness begins to fade and dawn is on the rise the fairies gather their wands and stardust. Quickly they must head back to their chambers. At the entrance they will shape shift back to their wee size, adorn their wings and into the garden take flight.
In the morning when the little girl awakens, she walks far into the meadow where the orchard grows. She sees an old horse standing, waiting and she knows he is there for her; she recognizes him from her dreams. Together they walk as she leads him out of his past and into their future.
