This is the sunset faery. She is seen just as the sun begins to disappear beyind the blue mountains of the horizon. She stands so still and issort of transparent that its easy to miss seeing her. Then when you do see her it seems so normal that its only later that you recall seeing her... its always like that. Sometimes she appears so detached from the world on the ground around her it feels a bit frightening...or "other" but then when I remember the look in her eyes as the rich golds of the setting sun settle on her face and hair, all feels right and full of a compassion which is as big as the universe.

We humand like to think its all directed at us, affected by us and all for our benefit...and maybe it is this detachment from anything which we can change which makes us feel frightened. I wish I knew more about what she sees and has seen and will see long after I am .