They're everywhere.

I know it must be a bright sunlit day somewhere because they shine, but here in the wee small hours its still dark outside, and a waning moon sails endlessly in a quiet sky above my head. The stars are all out as we say, but they are always there, we just don't see them...so say "the stars are out" the faeries think the way we put things is amusing... like saying "The sun is rising" we know it doesn't rise, the earth turns... if they amuse me how much more so must we amuse them, sadden them also... but not for long, with them all is speed and light and colour...

They are like mini angels... sure God or whatever enables the flowers to be so perfectly coloured in colours we try to but can never reproduce, not really...to our eyes maybe.

Its the touch of God, of Angel of Faery which enables the light to shine out of the flowers, and the hills and the oceans...

As with the angels, some faeries may be a little bit fallen from time to time, might sip a bit too much nectar of the gods, or not always be dressed as we think faeries should be, or dressed at all...

There are lots of "Rudy Trudy" faeries about... all depends on how you see them and now you see them , now you don't..

It must be the time of year...

Early autumn...well autumn... all of it, has always been a favourite season. This year I need all the faery faces with their quick smiles and fast light about me as I get through what must be done, because it is the right thing to do and because of a love that is forever.

Some family faeries from long long ago... somewhere they live still in a toy house, enjoying autumn days that end with the gold of a sunset that never ends.

I have seen the Coogee Faeries before...

and here they are back again. When I was at my eldest's place... an old semi detached house near Coogee beach (Sydney)... I had plenty of reading time, plenty of dreaming time and some crying time...as well as lots of laughter...

at the back of the house is a long flight of wooden outside steps leading to a small postage stamp size yard in which her old cat dreams away the days... the cat is an old alley cat... an Erskinville cat with moods all of his own... as he tossed and turned in sleep amongst the detritus of sticks and leaves in the yard a gaggle of faces swooped down about him, just missing his old paws as they whooshed about him... for the moment I heard, faint as to be almost not there... quick notes of music sounding like crystal would sound... if it had a sound... laughter and much revelry could be seen as the gentry teased the old cat... who was still too lazy to really do much at all about the disturbance of his sleep ...

then puff... they were just gone as if they had never been there at all.

Ninth Floor Faeries...

How on earth this window full of faces found me way up here above the ground...but there they are... I pulled back the blind early one morning while at my youngest daughter's place and first one face then the rest appeared like snow crystals on the window pane...

I hope they are up to the noise that will be here in a few days , once the Grand Prix gets underway...they won't be able to hear themselves think when that lot get underway...or maybe they are not from hereabouts but followed me from my Craggy Island home.

Maybe they are here looking out for my youngest in her little eyrie high above the pavements

The Heart faery allows for tears...

She stares back at us with all the compassion of the universe...allowing for our humanity. Tears are allowed to flow and grief be assuaged... memories are allowed to hover just beyond the vision of the day light...and she allows this, as all is in order.

Not the need to be logical, nor figure out...just to be...to be as raw as any gaping wound...

as the rain falls, so must the tears... and then the sun shines in the cool of early autumn days and the healing begins with all the savagery of having a knife rip open your chest... justice must be served and all is right in the heavens above...

the heart faery knows this.