Quick whipped up Faeries

2011-08-16T13:47:00.000+10:00

2011-08-08T18:07:00.000+10:00

2011-05-28T21:05:00.002+10:00

Quite some time since I posted here - have still been a drawing away - just lost track as quick whipped up faeries are wont to do...just a bit too much a going on in this busy world we inhabit today... but here they are from late summer to late autumn - I have no stories for them, no dreams no ideas - am struggling myself health wise but have the feeling they are out there for me to draw and the time spent on them is a gift for me

2011-01-30T14:59:00.002+11:00

OUt near the dam under the trees, is a hum of the heat, cicadas and of bees... but down in the depths of the wet earthy ground...through a hole in the rock is another sound - a clinking, and clunking and laughter so loud - and falling about is this young elven crowd - I think they have found the sap and the seed, that gives faery wine the kick that it needs.

But high from the branches in the tall Silky Oak - graceful and regal fly the faerie queen folk - their soft whispers are calling like wisps on the wind. They call out the rabble from under the ground, who stagger and stumble but seem pleased to be found.

Bearing bottles of crystal and goblets of gold, the Queens join in a party as in days of old - where to drink and to dance and to tumble about, to sing and to laugh to swear and to shout - was what faeries did when to wine came into season, for that day they did things and lost all their reason - Better for me to back away from the Faeries - give them their space and learn to be wary.

2011-01-19T17:45:00.001+11:00

The months have passed and summer is high - this year the clouds have gathered in a strange grey sky. Not blue and brilliant, not waves of heat - but floods and destruction and tears of grief. A cycle moving to a different pull - the seasons changing as they always will. In ages past before man became - the faeries knew this would happen again again. Our memories short we seem surprised... that flood plains flood - and water rise - happens as a matter of course - and always has. The lessons learned we gather together - we turn our faces unto the weather - and for the time we will remember, grow old and all forgotten - cycles come and cycles go - the time is not ours to know. This is nature and here we stumble - in front of faeries we now are humble. From ages past till ages future - they know the ways of weather and creature.

2010-11-25T20:22:00.001+11:00

And here they are the faeries wild -

with eyes of light and hearts of wild..

and in the night times when stars do shine they fly and smile and hearts divine they are my faeries heart.

2010-10-15T18:53:00.002+11:00

And here they be them faeries bright,,ful of coulour and ful of light!

2010-07-12T20:02:00.001+10:00

And spring has come the sky is alive.

Birds, bees and plants drive to survive - the faeries watch and help and see - how wonderful this is for you and me

2010-07-01T20:35:00.003+10:00

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

A curtsey faery for Edy

This faery is taking a curtsey bow for Edy who has just had the good news that she is free of Cancer. So here t'is Edy..."Hip Hip Hooray! " Now just go out and have the best life you could ever have.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

These are just checking-up faeries who arrived uninvited just to make sure that blogger site was 'a ok' and allowed them all to visit when they felt like it. Looks like they were able to do that, the niggly little things. I tried for ages with no joy at all.

These faeries are "test" faeries which I employed to serve when I could not get the bloody Blog to respond to anything I posted... they broke the drought and here they are bold as brass... Do not know how they did it but all my figuring out had no effect...I finally posted these ones and the next onesand all of a sudden all my posts came back from "Internet Land" they appeared...mysterious wasn't it?

Its back...unbelievable

Trying to post to this site is impossible ...where's my bloody blog????

Saturday, March 04, 2006

I got a real shock when I first saw this striking faery. I was over near the dam near our front gate, just gazing at the purple and yellow lillies which had picked up the last rays of the summer sun... and there was a flash of colour in the corner of my eye. I snapped round to look and there she was... a brilliant anomally of patterns amongst the reeds. Then she was gone. The wild ducks swept up out of the reeds and were all gone away into the darkening sky. Maybe she went with them.

A gift more precious than diamonds is what this faery presents to us. Pure water, straight from the head of a river, right out of the mouth of the mountain; mineral rich and full of the life which comes from swirlsand eddys in and out the sunlight and shade, in and out the rocky banks and deep hollows of the rushing river. More precious to life than diamonds. No amount of boiling or filyering can creat living water which is needed for real good health and quality long life. Many thanks to the living water faery.

Friday, March 03, 2006

These are not tears... she is not a sad faery...she is the Lapis Lazuli Faery and all things blue are attracted to her. The tears are merely the blue jewels which run from eyes which have seen beyond our time. Beyond to the ancients, beyond them to the andeluvian worlds we know nothing about...of Mu beyond to the times to come which hold the dreams of manking and all sentient life on earth. Not sad tears... just tears of knowing.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

I rather like this one... no reason at all ... she jsut makes me feel peaceful ... and after all the shit thats gone on it my house today ... peaceful and calm is good ... all hail to the peaceful faery.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

This lot whizzed past my window early this morning. I hopped up and found them zipping in and out the rose bushes. But when I opened my door they wooshed away, through the purple Hibiscus, past the Silky Oak and off away..so fast I couldn't see where.

It was an amazing morning. After the heavy rain of the night the sun rose slowly and all the bushes and trees were glistening in multicoloured droplets. Just so beautiful.

No wonder the happy faerys paid my yard a visit.

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2010-06-23T18:28:00.004+10:00

No matter how bleak the day
the faeries still come out to play

and if I walk amongst bleak winter skies
their light and love brings no lies

and if for a moment I stand still and feel
the wintry sun, cannot reveal
a faery world where light is life,
where there is but faery strife

what hat to wear, what hood to hoard
what coins to toss onto the board..

and when the game of life is done
we all come back to where they cam from

2010-06-23T18:21:00.001+10:00

And there they are all filled with light

from moon and stars and sun's bright light

from pearls and diamonds and opals true

they dream of light and breathe its hue.

2010-06-01T11:22:00.001+10:00

The wintry skies are full of light
Soft shushing wings now take flight

and faeries all will heed the call
of those who run of those who crawl...of those who flower and those who walk...of those who cower and those who talk.

And sister faeries know the call
that comes from hut and comes from hall
they know to see with joy the rising sun begin
a day of light - a day without sin

2010-06-01T11:13:00.002+10:00

"The Sun Is A Very Magic (Merry)Fellow
The sun is a very magic fellow
He shines down on me each day.
The sun is a very magic fellow
He shines down on me each day
He shines down on me each day.
The wind is a very fickle fellow
He blows all my dreams away-ay-ay-ay.
The wind is a very fickle fellow,
Blowing all my dreams away
Blowing all my dreams away.
The rain is a very sad lady,
She falls down on me sometimes.
The rain is a very sad lady,
She falls down on me sometimes,
Falling down on me sometimes.
The sea is a very, very old man,
Deeper than the deepest blue.
The sea is a very, very old man,
Deeper than the deepest blue,
Deeper than the deepest blue.
The moon is a typical lady,
I watch her wax and wane.
The moon is a typical lady,
I watch her wax and wane,
I watch her wax and wane.
A star is so very far away, love,
Just between you and me.
A star is so very far away, love,
Just between you and me,
Just between you and me.
A song is a pillow for my sadness,
She sings all my cares away.
A song is a pillow for my sadness,
Sings all my cares away,
Sings all my cares away.
Singing all my cares away,
Sing all my cares away.
Loving all my cares away,
She sings all my cares away.
Singing all my cares away,
Singing all my cares away. -Donovan"

2010-05-15T21:08:00.003+10:00

May Madness
reigns amongst the faery world about, above and around
and is heard their sound
as leaves float down and cold winds sweep across the land.

But one is still and looking last on flowery bloom
That will not stand against the frosty blast, that is winter,

2010-05-15T20:45:00.001+10:00

From the Autumn morning mist -

Floating down amongst t he leaves
amongst the orange browns and yellows
I see their eye shine and hear their laughter...
Back again why would i doubt it...
When have they ever stayed away...
Sometimes i am blinded by my own busyness
And i forget and therefore d o not see...
But of late in autumn cool, I feel them first
Then see them tumble...across the grass
Amongst the leaves of Autumn falling
The faeries come again.

2010-04-05T14:25:00.001+10:00

An Autumn Quick Whipped up Faery Cat chup.

A bit of fun with pen and ink,

The faeries come and stop to drink

From thoughts that fly from them to me

From me to them the thoughts fly free

As autumn comes accross the land

The sun has now a gentler hand

The light is soft, the sky is low

The faeries fly up to my window.

And if I see or if I am blind

Matters not to them for they don't mind

The things of earth that plod like me

For they are of light and must fly free

Its just enough for me to quietly gaze

On lighted coulour in sunset haze

2010-01-13T19:30:00.002+11:00

The moon is full the days are hot...
faeries gather.

The sky is blue the clouds are gone...

No one knows where they come from.

In autumn mild and forest wild the faeries laugh with human child.

2010-01-13T19:20:00.003+11:00

A Faerie catchup...

2009-11-03T14:32:00.003+11:00

High in heaven amongst the stars - a guardian angel counts the costs of all our thoughts...
and guards the babies awaiting birth...
She sees the soul and knows the need and sends to earth the baby seed...for each of us is given what we need to grow...

Before we're born its this we know -
we're wise and bright and precious lights -
from stars to earth we take the flight

And where we land in whose arms we sleep -
the love begins from ages past or not.
for some is lost and much they weep
for some is found, in peace they sleep.

Two we held in arms so long
Have grown and flown with hearts so strong.
This time around we all got it right,
So two shine now in loving light

As the years pass by we hear the Angel's call , we let the earthly body fall, to fly again amongst starry light, wise and bright and precious lights

2009-11-02T18:05:00.001+11:00

A Faery wand that crosses the sea, from ages past
has now been found by me and mine at last at last.

Made of gold from in the Earth, and precious jewels of sacred worth
From hand to hand and time to time...

I hold the wand for now tis mine.

Tis mine to hold and hold up high... and guard the shore and guard the sky.

And when I am done, my life no more...the wand will pass on and on to more and more

They gather now with eyes that shine and see and care.. for what is one wand held in my hand
becomes a host and holds the land.

2009-10-26T19:13:00.002+11:00

And here they are in light of sun...the same today as when begun...

With eyes so pure and hearts a flame... their eyes are light and and soul's are game...

And now the father of all the clan stares into eyes where he began...

Eyes that grew and joined the stars...eyes that shone and looked so far.

2009-09-29T20:43:00.001+10:00

A day of tears and hard to face the town

...not far from howling at the moon...
but music heard and sunset seen. these faeries came and eased the gloom...
How they know just when to come...and when they know to move along...
without their help; their light and laughter...
I think the nights would pull me under.

2009-09-20T21:12:00.001+10:00

As summer comes through Spring...

the trees are fully laden with Mulberries...the roses bloom and the Rainbow Lorikeets are outside my door chatting and chortling as they eat their fill of sweetness from the trees...its a good time - a time Don loved...and he is inside my head a lot right now

2009-09-15T18:50:00.001+10:00

Many years ago the family was - in sunlight and sunrise and in moonlight so the family did grow...

The years did amount and who knows that count ...

the children grew and before we knew ... were gone and flown...but in this time we all have grown.

Though the father faery has gone to whatever waits for us all...the joy of the family has not begun to pall...we are all here with love in our heart...and NO " they never ever can tear us apart"

2009-09-06T21:32:00.001+10:00

In time the two - male and female become the one
In light of moon,
in haze of sky...
these faeries ask not what nor ask not why...
it is just what and it is just how...
the faeries male and female,
are one right now

2009-09-06T21:30:00.001+10:00

Not all faeries are pretty and not all are wise - some look like me and you - but short and shimmering in the light of day...

2009-09-05T21:49:00.001+10:00

Dark Sky Faeries

Last night was cool and sweet and dark. Under the Southern Cross, nothing stirred but a soft perfume laden air - Spring is here.

At times like this and skies bejewelled with midnight blue and diamond points of light all glimmering in all colours of the rainbow...
the dark sky faeries can be seen...but only with the eyes half shut and dropping all expectation of what should be there, seeing what is there - and once seen never forgotten.

2009-08-30T21:00:00.002+10:00

My daughter faeries two

From days long gone the days of youth,
these two are ours and are our truth.
The light that shines from out their eyes,
is pure as pure and holds no lies.

Women now, girls no longer,
my love for them grows stronger.
And should my life end this day...no need to worry they know the way. the way of light the way of truth..lessons learned under our roof.
The way of kindness the way of fun...I am amazed at what we have begun.

Two daughter faeries have my heart... and having that no need to part

2009-08-30T20:49:00.003+10:00

As winter runs away my days...
my eyes recall the faeries gaze...
nor frost nor snow nor blizzard's sting can keep the faeries from Springing's sing.

Nor...gusty winds and air with chill...
the Spring it brings the faeries will

And in the hours before dawn begins...the faeries gather with gilded wings.

The days do warm the flowers bloom....and faerie faces fill my room...I am blessed and know I am...my faerie faces again began

2009-08-30T20:46:00.003+10:00

And Spring is near...the sun returns. With the sun the faeries dance...
in morning's light they will entrance

from Forrest wild and climates mild...the faeries come man woman and child.

Their faces turned unto the sun...we will go where they come from

Around the corner

2009-08-07T15:36:00.002+10:00

Around the corner a flash of green...

liquid tears and a hat so red, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Laughter flowed along a ripple of air so light and cool, I couldn't believe my ears.

On my tongue a taste of spring so clean and fresh I couldn't believe my tongue.

A smell drifted up my nose, so sweet and so full of memory I could not believe my nose.

The touch so light upon my skin of little fingers and lips so slight so I couldn't believe what I felt on my skin.

And there they were for just the flash, so there, so totally there, and gone as fast...as always

2009-08-04T17:55:00.002+10:00

The times at night when thoughts take flight
...and tears do come..
my mind holds close to the softness of my family warm and laughing...
and now so scattered.

And how to be now he is gone...and my heart is so alone.
"I love you big four up in the stars and the sky" said he to our daughter when she asked him aged four, how much he loved her, thirty years ago... and still we write the words in his memory in letters and cards...

2009-08-04T17:40:00.004+10:00

And here they are...

In tree branches and flowery beds,

on moonlight beams they rest their heads...

Spring is near and wintry winds and chill

is blessed by a faery's will.

The sun returns and so the flowers,

the days are balmy as are the hours.

In light of grass in light of day...

the time has come for faeries' play.

Their light is bright as are their eyes,

their hearts are pure they tell no lies.

And when they dance and when they smile

my world stands still a little while.

2009-07-16T14:34:00.002+10:00

From ancient time to time to come,

The Faery Queen has watched the seasons pass. Each drop of rain, each bright sunrise, held inside a heart so big it holds a world... there is nothing too large and nothing too small to fit inside the heart that watches all.

2009-07-06T17:53:00.003+10:00

Under a weak winter sun,

on the edge of the cliff at rocky beach these two were perched...for some time I watched them and slowly to bigger one became aware of me and shot me a look of so much knowing that it had me up on my feet and wide awake... I backed away from their sunset, from their magic because I suddenly felt like my being there was not needed and not appreciated...no menace there just what is...and I can cop it sweet.

2009-05-21T21:16:00.001+10:00

In light of moon, in dark of night,

the faeries gather, in winged flight. I look at nothing, I look at air, I turn my head and they are there.

2009-05-21T21:11:00.002+10:00

No matter how dark the night,

nor how light the day, the faery folk come out to play. No matter storm no matter rain, the faery folk will come again.

2009-05-21T21:05:00.002+10:00

Late in the afternoon in a golden light,

the faeries play for pure delight...their colours rich, their light filled eyes, are seeing nothing near just distant skies.

2009-05-21T21:00:00.001+10:00

Amongst the leaves amongst the flowers,

the faery faces play for hours...under the sunshine under the starlight, the smiles are wide, the eyes are bright.

2009-05-21T20:43:00.005+10:00

Against the blue of the autumn sky,

the eyes that shine do not lie.
The faces fair,
the knowing smile,
come settle here
and stay a while.

2009-05-01T18:11:00.003+10:00

A blaze of autumn in the Green Man's hair,

the light in eye shine always there...
The tears of wisdom, the smile the gaze...
All part of these my Autumn days.

2009-04-16T20:20:00.002+10:00

A gaggle of mid autumn faeries,

appearing from the darkness as I walk about the trees lining the creek...a strange light shines back from the water and the sky is lit with yellow and black...night is coming fast and this lot will go with the darkness...

the nights grow longer and stranger and the trees huddle together in the growing gloom as if moving but not...my own Mythago woods.

2009-04-05T17:30:00.001+10:00

These are the watching faeries.

This lot are seen only when you are very still...they cluster atop dead trees, or on fence posts and just look to the east, for the rising sun, to the west to watch its setting...to the north to see the rains come and to the south as the cool changes and winters come...

They are very still...so still that it takes minutes of standing before you become aware of them out of the corner of your eyes...when you turn to look they appear to be gone, replaced by a magpie or Willy Wagtail or something like that...

So intent are they on watching the horizons...they are totally unaware of my passing by..and I kind of like that unawareness. Its as it should be.

2009-03-29T20:41:00.004+11:00

Yesterday I was feeling too sad...
memories flooded back and as I drove past a picnic area, everyone seemed to be with someone. Times were it was like that for me. Our two girls were off into the big wide world at 17 and we were the same when we were the same age...so we understood their need to be free while they were young and without much responsibility.

You don't plan on being alone... we are a loyal lot in our family, almost without exception bonding for life...

the bond with Don for me is unlikely to ever be broken...and it just got to me for a while yesterday. I was missing the silliness of our little family. The comfort and acceptance being inside such a family brings...missed the surprises, the scares around the dark corners and then the hooting of their laughter. The planning and snickering and all of it...was so good.

I miss my lovely husband's love...oh dearie me... but again it was his silliness and unpredictability I missed...his gentleness...his love which was deeper than anything I think I had ever expected in this life. Right when I felt I could not get control, one of my own picked up the phone far away and rang me...we talked for ages and I felt...not "all better", but that I could handle this, go on with this...

After we stopped talking I went outside...the sun touched the land so gently...and all the paddocks and trees seemed to glow and seemed as a gold velvet...

It was just a bittersweet thing yesterday and I needed to cry...really cry as if I would never stop. And I did...

Then came over the sun touched grass, over the dam and greenery, the bittersweet faeries...a smile on their faces...some a little crooked...and a tear in their eyes...

everything was going to be okay...I felt that. Not now, not next year maybe not for ten years or so...but one day I understood from them, the joy will return. I will laugh easily as I have always done...and my face will once again turn towards the sun. I know this now.

Late afternoon faeries a dancing

2009-03-27T21:23:00.001+11:00

Then for no reason at all I see this lot,
as I go down into the paddock to shut the gate late in the afternoon...just a flicker of light and sparkle in my peripheral vision and they are imprinted in my brain...when I look directly, nothing is there as usual. Who knows where they come from or for why...but they are and thats all I need worry about.

This time I feel I have accidentally caught them in mid dance, a slow whirling dance in spirals towards the mellow setting sun...nice to know there are things I can't touch or affect and that they are beautiful and exist not for us to dissect and "KNOW" about...but for no other reason than the joy of light.

Two little lovely autumn faeries

2009-03-25T18:00:00.001+11:00

These two little lovely Autumn faeries sat straight up and watched me as I cut back the roses...from in amongst the vines and from round behind the tree they were there. They were slower than usual as the sun was warm and mild and like the cat they had been slumbering in the last warmth of the suns rays.

2009-02-22T18:37:00.002+11:00

The water and floods have receded ...

and the earth about me seems clean and fresh...dags hang off the barbwired fence from the flooding...and the faeries...quietly crept back in amongst the trees .

Why would i think they would not...???

2009-02-22T18:28:00.001+11:00

Some ordinary faeries

....

who just hang about the house..in between the branches, underneath the stones...wherever the water runs, wherever the birds sing this lot are thereabouts.

2009-02-11T20:52:00.000+11:00

Australia cries...Black days ...too much horror.

2009-02-07T19:22:00.001+11:00

A late summer's day faeries.

And late in the day after the heat had retreated...and the white bark of the gum trees had softened with the setting sun... they came again...as usual.The shadows laid blue upon the earth and the hot restless day settled to the coolness...what more could I want or need than to be here...

2009-01-28T20:37:00.002+11:00

Its been a while since the faeries came to me...

but of late they are there in a lather...its been so hot here; no one goes outside unless they have to ... this first lot I saw early in the morning when I let my cat Cous Cous out...they were there for the moment and in a flash they were gone...I remembered the faery on the right most, who seemed to be the focus of the others... but as I opened the screen door they all whisped away like the light; apart from her...she turned to look at me and her eyes ...those eyes... ah thats another story.
Later in the day this lot slammed their faces up against my window...I had been watching the pair of Blue Fairy Wrens and trying to see where they came from and then went to when this lot turned up. it never rains but that it pours...I can go through a drought of faeries, times when I look out and there is nothing there but the spiders' webs and the small tree snakes and... then there they are again.

But as the summer deepens, and the shimmering heat becomes more entrenched... I seem more able to see beyond the norm and beyond the dam with its mauve and yellow lillies...beyond the snakes just outside the door all of that.

There I was all set up to watch "the Bold and the bewdiful" and this mob slammed up against my big window on the world..., they demanded to be drawn and not sure i have done then justice because of their insistence.

O well back to reality...whats that these days? The intense humidity and heat have made a shimmery sight of the land about me, and the dam is spare of water...the cows in the paddock next to our house don't even seem to want to drink from the dam...they know what I can smell. We need rain...a week of it...to cool and to deconstruct the oppression summer has laid upon us all.

2008-11-19T17:24:00.001+11:00

Summer is a comin' in

...and easy to see...the land is blooming under the heat of the sun and the mercy of the rain...this little group of sweet summer faeries I saw sitting in the last rays of the afternoon sun...and then night fell...they weren't there in the morning but I feel them...every tome the sun gets close to slipping down beyond the horizon.... summer is okay right now and nice to know I have friends hereabouts.

Early for Christmas

2008-11-10T17:32:00.004+11:00

I'm a bit early for Christmas ......

but when these happy faces warped out from behind Don's water fall all a sparkle...I had to get down on the floor with my pens and pencils and work as fast as possible to capture their faces...not sure...should they be done in pastels or fluro... all depends on the eye of the beholder I think.
Sometimes I remember them in pastels, sometimes the sun strobes across them and they are all fluro...they don't care. Time is as nothing and its all light and colour , water and sun and earth... I was so pleased to see this mob again as I'd been feeling a bit droopy (okay for a woman to feel droopy - wouldn't own up if I was a fellow) ...tee heee.

This year for the first time since about 1977, Christmas will be held at someone elses home. Down through the years because we lived half way between Brisbane and Sydney - everyone came here. They also came here because of the beaches and because we had room and also because Don could not travel... but this year it will be at my eldest daughter and her husband's place...

I am in too minds...feeling tragic because i feel in some way I am leaving Don behind somewhere... and a bit relieved because its not me who has to carry the can ...but i will because I know how hard it is sometimes to be the one who is to fulfill every ones expectations...now its her turn and I will do my level best to help her so its not too onerous...so she can also enjoy -

I'm a good washerupperer...garbage taker outer...toilets cleaner and all round rouse about...

But this year I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE!!!!!!!

2008-10-17T17:58:00.000+11:00

Some Egyptian type faeries...not so out of place down under as there was a Lot of contact with the ancient Egypt and the Australian continent - not that your history teachers would acknowledge this....

sometimes they seem to be there stark and removed from the emotions... unlike the faeries from my Celtic past who are sometimes too involved.

Like these ones, who just seem to rocket in with grins and laughter from time to time

which is just as well because the other side of the Celtic coin of merriment and silliness is what this poor faery brings
a sadness from ages past, and a tear to heavy to hold... she too has her place as part of the faery and human condition

2008-10-17T17:45:00.000+11:00

Some more faery folk for ya all... I have been flat out like a lizard drinking and just kept collecting these... unsure where the first young one came from too long ago

but the family one well thats us on a different planet - all together and happy forget the tears...they are happy tears...

Then there are the princess faeries - they are the future of our little family and no matter that in real life they wear their jeans and drive their cars... they know the stuff and are part of the faery lore.

2008-08-16T18:17:00.001+10:00

Spring faeries
August is rolling into September, hence this pair of Spring Heralds...all a sparkling with light and colour and smiles. Fifty four times the Spring faeries have shown their shiny eyes and smiles inside my head... now they are out there in the trees, in the branches... above the dam, lying alongside the creek... I see them, sweet spirits that they are and welcome them knowing that although they are the harbringers f spring...the show in the summer, hot and heavy...which I will rail against... but hey...its how the world work its how the faeries work... how it is...

2008-07-18T19:39:00.000+10:00

Some wintry faeries outside my home ...sitting high on the branches of a tree which has shed its leaves...
Don't think the tears are for loss or for winter - think the tears are for a soft sunny day... a midwinter day
a day when the sky is blue grey, and the mountains cry high for our songs...

These are then, some wintry faeries - eyes a glow and sad at the passing into spring -

Wintry faeries have their own stillness and solitude.

2008-06-07T17:32:00.001+10:00

Reminder Faeries ... are a tapping and a knocking to be noticed on these cooler winter days - too soon the sun goes down and the long darkness descends - but come the morning the mists are gently strobed with sun beams and the colour returns to the earth - a softer light than the light of summer. The world seems to have a magic feel to it. This lot don't give up easy, but then the way I am I welcome the first sign of light in the morning so its easy to get me outside. Just sometimes I realise that as I walk outside my mind chatter is still going on and I don't notice the small things... the small changes which the night has brought...

This mob make sure that I do open my eyes and do open my heart and mind to the amazing beauty I am fortunate enough to be able to see daily whenever I wish...

And this is such a gift... I hope I never ever have to ever move back into town...

Some garden critters

2008-04-26T17:22:00.000+10:00

Some more concrete visitors to my back yard...

The autumn sun was shining, and the air was cool.

It'd been raining for a week but when I came outside here they were all washed clean and surrounded by green and colour..

These ones are concrete, and I didn't draw them but they gve me pleasure... anyway

This one hides and smiles... thats all.

She tends a flower which spreads and spreads...thats okay...
How could this not make you feel less serious and sad?

They're every where if we just see

2008-04-13T20:19:00.000+10:00

They're everywhere..everywhere...

can't help but see them...ahhh a walk amongst the trees... Mythago Woods,,,,so good.

The Fam

2008-04-13T20:10:00.000+10:00

The Fam forever...across time, across space, across all that seeks to reason, to bind, to hold, to stay...

Sweet late autumn

2008-04-13T20:08:00.000+10:00

And here they are... its Autumn again and out under the trees across the paddock they picnic... they picnic royally as if time was not and night was not and winter was not...

2008-03-30T06:27:00.009+11:00

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..

2008-03-30T06:07:00.007+11:00

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.

2008-03-29T17:22:00.004+11:00

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.

2008-03-01T17:15:00.010+11:00

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.

2008-03-01T16:55:00.004+11:00

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

2008-03-01T16:35:00.005+11:00

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.

2008-01-15T12:48:00.000+11:00

In the quiet of a summer evening,

she peered slowly around from behind the tree outside the fence . I had gone up the padock to shut the gate and all around was still...the last rays of sun flushed the darkening land with gold and I thought my heart would burst ... she was gone before she really registered although she seemed to move so slowly...maybe it was that time itself had slowed down and she was just the flit of light before my eyes, but this registered... just the glimpse.

The old gate is saggy and needs a good lift to shut, and it stops nothing really as there is no bit of fence beside it. Its more a symbol of the closing of day and need for enclosure... it only stops nosy drivers who are too lazy to get out of their cars and open it... it says"hey you...this is the end of the road." I had people jusy driving up into my place pretending they didn't know they'd left the public road... too many opportunists around.

Must seem strange to the little face I saw when I was up there...dragging a bit of metal across the road... for what... she might wonder.

But then if our faeries and such have indeed followed us from out ancestral homes in Ireland and other such...they already know not to try and figure out the Celtic mind anyway. We need no reasons for much of what we do. Maybe thats why we hang about each other...

Then again, maybe I move too slowly for her to even register my passing and its a non issue totally...

2008-01-10T05:27:00.000+11:00

The Faeries’ Road.

Sun! Mellow on this time, and all the world is quiet.
The trees are still, time is still -
All the world is watching for the change.

A flash! One brilliant light,
And the world is blue with twilight.
The leafy corners deepen, opening for the night.
The people leave - with primitive fears of night fall
And the forces governing
Are making a tally of the day.

Who is walking on the faeries’ road?
Following me.
I welcome them with my arms outstretched -
As night deepens, the world of misty life begins,
As in time forever.

Quiet! No reason to talk,
We’re home in the still bush.
Hills of gold go slowly in peace,
Like old people ambling down the street.

Down in the town people stir.
Boredom brings them to clubs and halls.
No time to sit on the ground
And watch the sky’s silky worship.
No time to sense the harmony that comes
When the forces suddenly show themselves
So in quiet we can understand...
And I understanding...know for the flash of light
All that is just and right.
I know how to be blithe along the faerie’s road,
Whether gravel or dirt...and lined with grassOr marbled and lined with precious jewels.

2008-01-09T19:38:00.000+11:00

In through the sliding door ...

Came the night of Christmas Faeries

the night of Christmas

Waiting for Christmas leftovers, a scrap of tinsel, a golden star, an old bit of curly ribbon...

Not too proud to sift in the recycling bin for small bits of wildly coloured Christmas paper and the odd bit of Christmas cake...

sweeping up the icing sugar, the peanuts and the old prawn shells; Hoping for a bit of spilled home made gravy, a few scattered peas or beans and a bit of chicken

Their Christmas day begins as we fall asleep, already satiated by food and drunk on the giving, the drinking and the glitz

2007-12-18T12:49:00.001+11:00

Some of us Australians

believe that Australian ancient history is very "unexplored" by the conventional historians and archeaolgists. Satellite images show that there was extensive mining all up the east coast of Queensland from Gympie to Cairns and many examples of Phonecian, Chinese, Egyptian, Celtic and other coins, statues etc have been found here. Its a brave professional who appempts to repelase these sorts of findings as extensoive as they are.

The Bradshaw Paintings in the Kimberelys have not been explained by concentional history and tribal elders explain that these are not aboriginal art be more ancient...
http://tls.timesonline.co.uk/printFriendly/0,,2180-23191-2286453-23191,00.html

and here are some other such
Awareness Quest's Dedication to Other Researchers
Val Osborn: Discoverer of a 3,000-year-old mine and harbour at Sarina on the coast of central Queensland is set to change Australian, if not world history. here
Rex Gilroy: No one could publish anything on Australian Mysteries without mentioning Rex Gilroy. He is known for his lifelong fascination and research into all aspects of Australian unexplained mysteries and enigmas of our prehistory. Rex Gilroy dares to question the blind dogma of scientific conformity with evidence for which university text books have no answers. Rex has two books available and a new website:
Brett Green: Check out his web page here UPDATED
Graham Walsh: Check out Graham's web page (sorry broken link)
Paul White: Of "Maggies Farm" magazine fame will soon have his long awaited book available. Paul has also produced and directed a four part video series called "Ancient Secrets" as well as writing many facinating articles about his research which can be viewed by clicking here
Dr Anthony G. Wheeler: Author of a report called "Australian Pyramids". More...
Ogham Historical Society, Brisbane Queensland: A volunteer non-profit association of friendly people of good character who have an interest in ancient Irish history and the associated historical streams related to the cultures and the movement of peoples in ancient times. More...
Greg Jeffery: Authored a report on the 'Gympie Pyramid' theories...UPDATED
Gilbert Deam: Has compiled newspaper clippings and articles into a photocopied book called "In search of Australia's Lost Pyramids". Now he has his second compilation out called "Ancient and Mysterious Discoveries in Australia". Available from Gil at P.O.Box 167, Gympie Queensland 4570, Australia.
Martin Doutre: Ancient Celtic New Zealand
New Zealand: Integrity Research Foundation. Contact: Dr Gary Cook. gcook@compuserve.com Gary Cook and Thomas Brown have authored a book called "The Secret Land 1, People Before"
New Zealand: Ross Wiseman: Author of four books which his latest presents evidence that the first settlers of New Zealand were Phoenician navigators who arrived 2000 years ago... he can be contacted via snail mail at Discovery Press, 22 Mountain Road, Henderson Valley, Auckland 8, NZ.
There are a lot more researchers than listed.

So no wonder these faeries have a strange resemblance to some fancy ladies from ancient Egypt, with even a red headed Celt thrown in for good measure...

They've been waiting an awful long time to be able to be seen for what they really are...and they know how to wait... took me ages to even see them for the first time... had to turn the tele off first.

2007-12-07T18:44:00.000+11:00

Why shut the curtains?

Twilight falls and the sky darkens... a thousand green things huddle and shiver. the sun has taken its gold and colour deepens. It gets darker outside. About to shut the curtains because light inside means lit up like a beacon outside...age old fears of that...primeval fears of unknown things which creep and crawl and go bump in the night...

but then just as my hand is on the curtain this bunch of light filled faeries spring up against the window pane and I have to laugh...really what is there really to fear but fear itself. I have my cans of pepper spray, a few well placed hockey sticks, a loud dog and telephones everywhere.

They smash their faces hard up against the window and the one on the end with the red and green cap is barely given a spot... I am fond of these happy faced beings who inhabit my trees and look in my windows and know when I am doubting, know when I am in danger of growing old.

I refuse to live like this...curtains shut in the summer heat...better to let in the magic of the night air this summer evening .

I can live a long life with my curtains shut against the night...or I can live a long life with them open... I choose to leave them open and the windows as well and trust the old dog to bark; trust the pepper spray to do its work if needed and just hope I am lucky for now...

2007-10-28T13:12:00.000+11:00

A few of these were looking in my window

just on sunset last evening. I was feeling a little lost and wondering how to get used to things after the changes this year.. missing my lovely Don but not wanting to cry again just before night time... A spark of the last ray of the sun made me turn to my window and then pull out my pens and pencils I spent the evening trying to get them as they were, but nowhere near the colours and the shine... don't have those skills yet...before I knew it it was midnight an I was so sleepy and shed nary a tear all night...

thanks to this pair of faery grief counsellors and their mates who have no training at all but commonsense and beauty, but who got me through this rough patch...

There is so much colour around my place, hidden away from town, everything seems to be rich in greens and pinks...red grevillias feed Rainbow lorikeets, Galah's look at me from the tree outside with that silly rat cunnung look I love to see...nobody's fool they just look like that... All the bush about Don nurtured and fed...have to hope the bush abouts where he is is lusher and greener and gentler...

2007-10-07T22:12:00.000+10:00

The Faery King bejewelled us all

with drops of the sun's tears.

He laid the pearls upon our necks

and sought to ease our fears..

2007-10-07T14:24:00.000+10:00

The Shadow People.

Old lame Bridget doesn't hear

Fairy music in the grass

When the gloaming's on the mere

And the shadow people pass:

Never hears their slow grey feet

Coming from the village street

Just beyond the parson's wall,

Where the clover globes are sweet

And the mushroom's parasol

Opens in the moonlit rain.

Every night I hear them call

From their long and merry train.

Old lame Bridget says to me,

"It is just your fancy, child."

She cannot believe I see

Laughing faces in the wild,

Hands that twinkle in the sedge

Bowing at the water's edge

Where the finny minnows quiver,

Shaping on a blue wave's ledge

Bubble foam to sail the river.

And the sunny hands to me

Beckon ever, beckon ever.

Oh! I would be wild and free,

And with the shadow people be.

Francis Ledwidge

2007-10-01T20:58:00.000+10:00

The Discovery

Paul Laurence Dunbar
"These are the days of elfs and fays:
Who says that with the dreams of myth,
These imps and elves disport themselves?
Ah no, along the paths of song
Do all the tiny folk belong."

2007-09-25T06:48:00.000+10:00

Some Spring morning faeries are hereabouts today.

The air is so fresh and cool and we are having the most wonderful spring days... the heat of summer is on its way but for now it is like heaven might be... or somewhere close to heaven.

On days like today you just can't ignore them and I know that soon I will begin to put their faces onto cards and such as Don pushed me to do before last Christmas.

2007-09-22T19:22:00.000+10:00

Some more Coogee faeries!

Arrived in from Melbounre after visiting one daughter...and went to the eldest daughter's place in Coogee.

She was at work but left me well supplied with a bottle of Chardonnay (Kardonnay you pack of ...ahem well only Aussies will know the rest fo this phrase aka Kath and Kim)

Left me well supplied with nibblies and cheese..what a dream of daughter she is...

Left me with a drawing pad and some colours... hence the Coogee faeries...and some trashie mags...some instructions on how to operate the TV... its hi tech these days...

What a gal I raised...

When I get photos developed I will post her place...all my paintings are lined up en masse down her wall...its frightening to see them all together...

but kind of nice also....

2007-08-26T22:16:00.000+10:00

Some Happy face faeries who hung about today when I was feeling miserable...

Sundays are the worst for some reason... don't know why and pleased they hung about... Ali (youngest) dreamt that her dad said to her ...(in a dream) amongst other things that he was "rid of all his infections and that he felt a lot better now" a healing dream for her...I had the same after my own dad was killed when I was young... faeries, angels well wishers from life... who knows - needed and necessary that is for sure.

2007-08-21T22:58:00.000+10:00

Ten days till spring and already they are at my window waiting...

2007-08-04T19:12:00.000+10:00

And here they are, back... smiling, bemused, aloof... not wondering is Summer comming, ...has Winter gone.

Not thinking is this last year; next year; this year.

They just are... here in the present...

2007-08-04T18:12:00.000+10:00

The cold of winter and its sadness seems to slowly be washing away from me. I long for the warmth, which is so unlike me. The warmth means light; shorter nights and more time to look outside...

and there they are waiting for me anyway... lucky me

2007-07-01T17:33:00.000+10:00

The Mother Faery knows...

and she cries for us all...for the human condition...that when we love we will hurt we will grieve...but

how would our lives be if we had never known love at all?

So we go in boots an all and bare our hearts to loving someone, child, husband. mother, father sister bother, aunt, uncle friend...

because we are human and thats what being human is about...

2007-07-01T14:36:00.000+10:00

Faces who came to visit.

When all else fails to stop the mind chatter, some happy faces at my window made me remember my colours and pencils.

Don always wanted me to start a "card" series with my "Quick Whipped Up Faeries", and he even drew up with the girls, at Christmas a plan of what I'd need to do to get started. Everything I did or tried to do he had faith in...lucky me huh?

So who am I to ignore the faces at my window, or who hand on the tree branches sparkling in the sun?

So for your pleasure and mine, the Faeries have returned.

This crew were all jostling for position and I think that they have been trying to get my attention for some time now... but I couldn't see or hear them...

2007-06-30T16:11:00.000+10:00

They are back... and my favourite pencils are too small to re sharpen...time to buy some new ones.

This "in my face" faery threw down a bit of a challenge to me...to get my eyes and ears open, because they are beginning to wonder if I will forget how to see them...not a chance...but needed reminding

2007-04-08T16:30:00.000+10:00

Faery Father.

This Faery father has a lot of stress taking care of his nine faery daughters. With dagger in one hand and infinitely replenished wine glass in the other he manages...only just to enusre that the faery line is not diminished by some earthly human gene pool...

but its a big job for him for faery girls are flirtatious and beautiful...but be warned, should any human swain (or is that swine) be successful in luring one away and falling in love with her... he is doomed to a lifetime of hauling wine casks for the faery father's glass (which is why it is so oft replenished); doomed to replenishing that huge pipe which has to be kept going day and night...and doomed to be constantly dancing out of the way of the point of that bejewelled golden dagger... ah lads is it worth the magic?

2007-04-06T17:41:00.000+10:00

A Very Happy Easter to you all!

We here are drifting into Autumn...my favourite season...always a magic time for me...

so hope you have enough magic of your own to use as a fall back and just enjoy the time we are all in....

2007-04-03T18:55:00.000+10:00

As the Easter moon comes closer

the evenings are cooler...and Autumn unfolds..my favourite time . I reflect on my life and in my reflection I see the bemused staring of a bright red haired faery...as if to say...just get on with it and don't become too self absorbed...

or not...she may not even be seeing me from her dimension.

2007-04-03T18:41:00.000+10:00

A gaggle of Faery Girls.

This gaggle of faery girls were just a laying about on the newly cut grass in the paddock behing out house...they were as surprised as was I when we noticed each other but seeing no threat soon returned to the strangely familiar game they were playing.

2007-03-18T16:57:00.000+11:00

This pair of extended family faeries has sat in my drawer for some time now. One is a grandma faery and one a grand daughter faerie...some years back I say this pair sitting together on the rocks near Shelley Beach Port Macquarie...

2007-03-01T14:38:00.000+11:00

First Day of Autumn Faeries.

So here we are after the longest of summers, the hottest and the driest in living memory so much so that Australia wide a collective sigh was heard accross the continent when March heralded in Autumn. Where we live it will still be summer till late March and still T Shirt and jeans weather till April's end... April is glorious in Australia and May...my favourite time of the year... I just love Autumn and see it as my reward.

So I was pleased to see the first of this lot hanging off the branches in the early misting rain...RAIN. We have rain today...jut a little...and just a week after we had to buy $300 worth of water for our household tanks and it tastes of metal from the tanker...we are fussy we lucky ones with rainwater tanks...

And the faery with the big blue tear, well once I was asked and declared the blue tears were tears of wisdom...but today they might just be raindrops.

2007-02-20T13:56:00.000+11:00

I have figured out why faeries from down under are not all aboriginal faeries...

The faeries are connected to us by race memory and so when we see them we see the ones who are connected to us wherever we live...possibly we see them how our mind constructs them for us...so people of different races see faeries familiar and or similiar to them re clothing...but then again it could be all bull... today is so hot I feel silly enough to say anything... glad this lot are friendly enough or at least neutral. I couldn't fight my way out of a paper bag in this 4,000 degree heat.

2007-02-18T15:16:00.000+11:00

Each of my daughters have a pet...Melissa an old black alley type cat called Comet... this cat scares even me when I stay with her... her partner has claw marks on his thigh from where this thing has latched on..when the mood strikes...so does he. Other times he just sleeps and looks like a KING...she loves this cat but watches his pupils for "The Change"

Alison has a wonder doggie The very handsome Thorn...a lovely thick-set type red Kelpie...we are minding him right now because she has to live in a flat...up nine flights...no room for Thorn. He loves her to death and when she comes at Chriostmas he lays on the ground and cries. When she was at the worst of her illness some years back he laid quietly outside her door for months on end... only a doggie would do that... We are very fond of the old doggie with the big limp.

2007-02-18T14:44:00.000+11:00

Just a Gathering of the little people, no doubt one has a tad of a sore head and well deserved... but for this Faerie famiily, once the wine goblet is filled, it must be drained quickly, so it will be filled again and again...so that wine goblet goes from hand to hand around the whole mob constantly... for if it is not emptied it can never be refilled and if not refilled it can never be emptied...poor faeries.

2007-02-12T16:12:00.000+11:00

She's an odd little being... I found her a bit off putting as she regarded me, but didn't see me...may be a human reaction to other-worldliness... I drew this one ages ago and just found her a bit crumpled up in a box, the paper chewed off at the edge - had to trim it...feel like she is bemused at my slowness to recognise or remember her...but here she is...a bit of a lost faery.

2007-02-10T17:39:00.000+11:00

Just a face...slightly cross-eyed. Not real but fun to draw... soometimes the pencil jsut does its own thing...maybe just maybe thats the faery of the pencil...yes that'd be it... maybe they draw themselves....or whatever...

2007-02-06T15:52:00.000+11:00

This "Late Summer Faery" is a bit like the rest of us... hiding from the heat in the shade of our Lemon Myrtle Tree... she didn't even look up as I passed by her. I only had a quick impression of her but she was a fine and delicate a faery as I ever did see. I could see right through her and wouldn't have noticed her at all had I not stopped next to her in the shade before going out in the sun to hang out some washing. I wonder in what dimension of the 27 known (and no doubt there are hundreds more) do faeries hang out their washing. Then again if they are not bound by the same morality laws we are...why do they need clothes and why do their clothes so closely imitate ours...?

Maybe they really are the "little" people from ages past who went into the hills and it is we who have copied their dress code...?

So are there Versace faeries? Are their K Mart faeries or Op shop faeries?

A quiet faery

2007-02-03T17:35:00.000+11:00

Just quietly leaning on her arm...this faery was looking at nothing in particular. She was just so still... so much like a child...like every child...I felt like giving her a big hug...but didn't because by her nature and her difference to human beings...she would disappear into a small speck of light and go back to that other dimension she feels safer in.

The Dreamer Faery

2007-01-31T18:56:00.000+11:00

I don't know why this faery is called The Dreamer...she came to me on a very hot afternoon...when I could hear Cicadas all round...and thanked God that inside the house we had a little airconditioning... very human ... and there she was sitting still on a large branch in the shade above the waterfall... and when she finally turned and regarded me looking out at her, I felt a wave of such compassion and understanding as if I were looking at myself... an non human self with other priorities and needs.