“What if I fall?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Oh, but my darling,”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“What if you fly?”

 

 

 

 

 

So much magic and wonder surrounds us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The inhabitants of the Fairy Kingdom teach us about hope, and the magic of possibility.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About marching to your own drum no matter how different from those around you.

The world is full of wonder and the possibilities are endless.

 

Some Fairy Fun Facts;

Erin Hansen is an Australian Poet. When she was 18 years old she wrote this lovely poem which resonated around the world far and wide. Erin began writing seriously around age 11 and started a blog in 2011.

There is freedom waiting for you,

On the breezes of the sky,

And you ask “What if I fall?”

Oh, but my darling,

What if you fly?

Thank you Erin for telling your own story out loud.

 

Erin Hanson Poetry – Home | Facebook

 

Erin Hanson thepoeticunderground – The Poetry Marathon

 

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

 

January can be illuminating, it’s the beginning of a brand new year.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Arctic Hardy Kiwi vines lay resting beneath a light cover of snow, little promises of what’s yet to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our glass green house is filled with pots of dormant perennials sleeping and Gnomes from the Knoll have come and lit tiny little lanterns on Lady Grand, our generous Wolf River Apple Tree.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fairy Wardrobe Chamber is quietly awaiting the return of springtime children and fairy folk too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inside a tiny bit of fairy dust sparkles,  what’s left from the last visiting Fae. Just a pinch of fairy dust is all it takes to keep the magic alive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the edge of The Enchanted Forest a small child peeks in, a believer of possibilities, she is enchanted by a magical light.

The Fairies rejoice knowing one True Believer is all it takes to keep their Magic and all of Fairyland alive forever and ever more.

All is as it should be.

 

 

 

“It’s not about what you look at that matters, it’s about what you see.”

Henry David Thoreau

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the north side of a small mountain in Maine,

The Home Place Fairies

 

 

 

 

 

 

Along with a Wizard and the Seamstress to the Fairies Welcome in the New Year.

Good tidings to each and every one of you!

 

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 wander about my farm with a deepening sense of gratitude for the God of All, Things whomever and whatever we each perceive her to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the Children’s Garden, all is still, the flowers slumber, dormant beneath a blanket of white; not a fairy nor human in sight.

 

 

 

 

 

Crossing the back meadow I pass Old Horse as he stands and has stood sentry for eons, guarding the entrance to the Home Place Fairies winter chamber as he has done each and every day.

 

 

 

 

 

Heading up the knoll strolling through the woodland amidst white with new fallen snow I am awed by the natural world all around me. Paco my pal forever and always will race me to Blue Fairy Hill.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We will walk through the glen where The Good Gnomes reside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paco and I, hiking to the top of Blue Fairy Hill where I pledge my allegiance to the land before and beneath me, far and wide.

 

 

 

 

 

Just before dusk sets in I hear laughter and catch a glimpse of a lone child at the top of the hill as she dances with her Teddy alone in the snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This child has discovered an enchanted Christmas Tree left by the Fairies, Elves, Gnomes and Trolls.

Over her left shoulder way up in the sky I see the protective guiding light of the north star watching over her as she sings thanks to the powers that be.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There I leave an offering upon 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 leave the woodland and head for home I sense though 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 lights.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wishing you all wherever you are 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 us all.

 

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 their 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 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, promise 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 Christmas evening the child will not awaken when her Father gently carries her, tucks her in gently to her warm soft bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the morning this little girl will waken and will wonder if she only dreamed of all the fairies that danced the night before in the snow and around her bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Blue Fairy Hill was covered in snow; a few days ago heavy December rains had washed our second snowfall away. Saturday evening more snow fell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What a difference a couple days can make.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fairies have take notice when the temperatures warm, flying briefly from their chambers; dancing through the Enchanted Forest and all about the Farm before and after the rain. Fluttering back into their chambers well before the first snowflakes fall.

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 for 2021 is 10:59 AM on the 21st of December..

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 for Solstice Tea.

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!

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Late Autumn, November to be exact, the time of year the Home Place Fairy Folk have been waiting for.

All their seasonal chores are completed; their food lockers have been filled to capacity with delectable delights they will consume right up until Christmas at which time they will lazily drift off into a deep and dream filled slumber not to awaken until spring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The gentler days of November are their one last chance to sing and dance outdoors before the harsher winds blow and the snow flies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Look what the Fairies left!