The Dreamer Faery

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.

Fire faery having a bad hair day

This fire faery is a bit off putting and can scare some who don't understand...she exists because every element must have its faery... she's having a bit of a bad hair day...but its hot in the fire and very windy...

Just some summer good time faeries to make you smile
Here are some "Good Times" faeries..this pair danced outside our windows on Christmas day...a smilin'... we wondered did they prise open the edges of the pressies...or loosen the corks of Moet (generously donated by my prospective son in law)...but come the day they were still there long after pressies were opened...maybe it was the faerie lights I had not taken down which attracted them...whatever. But still they dance outside our windows...and we are fortunate in their blessing....

From my ellas child blog...another faery I live with...And here he is in his full glory...Fang Mackay ...lucky to be alive Fang Mackay.He who falls out of wheelchairs daring his loyal wife (moi) to catch him and lift him aloft...sounds easy peasy in the movies... not so in real life...he went down like a bag of lead peas and just as easy to pick up ... not!but can't be too hard on him tonight... just glad to still have him in one piece

I have given up on trying to get these posts to post from Picassa in the old way. It all disappears into the blogosphere...

Here are some late Christmas faeries...they have been on my other blog since befor Christmas...but having soooo much trouble with this one...maybe the gremlins are involved...

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 . 

"We're happy little Vegemites as bright as bright can be. We all enjoy our Vegemite for breakfast lunch and tea . Our mother says we're growing stronger every single week because we love our Vegemite. We all adore our Vegemite. It puts a rose in every cheek." I don't even think about it, but everymorning when I am trying to decide between Vegemite or Russian Caviar on my toast the Vegemite faery sings so sweetly in my ear just about the one song I can remember from my childhood...and ...(sigh)...I put away the Caviar and I pull out the red and yellow jar and slather the lovely stuff thickly right to the edges and I am happy...it doesn't take much. The Vegemite faery says its okay to lick the knife as long as I don't cut my tongue in two like Mum said I might. So far so good...k

I see this shopping trolly faery everywhere. She is a portent of my future I feel. One day after years of lugging groceries and the like , I will "give in", and get myself a TROLLY. My mum had one and after she died it was a sort of a treasure for a while, because I hardly ever saw her without this mysterious vehicle which always had something unusual inside it.

But then after a while I gave it to St. Vinncent de Pauls so someone else could use it... I nearly went back and bought it myself...but resisted. A week or two later I saw a frail old couple, who looked pretty down at heels financially, and they were dragging my mother's old shopping trolly,...

I knew it was hers because of the stickers on it... to do with saving our public hospital from privatisation...

the old couple must have agreed because it was still there.

My 29 year old has a shopping trolly and is proud of it and she sure needs it...she thinks its cool! .

I can never decide which picture to blog...my bright one or my other one...

These two quick whipped up daughter faeries keep me sane...or there abouts...with their quirky common sense wisdoms... if I had never had them in my life...would I have missed them? You better bloody bet I would have... my inner life holds all their chuckles and escapades and hugs, and pure rich and delightful devilments... I am meant to be where I am and who I am at exactly this time in the history of the world...purpose being...who knows what? They have helped make that all possible...not just for me...but also for themselves! e

Just a whimsy...for no reason at all...what so ever...this bunch of faeries rested ever so elegantly on the grass outside the house...for a while...and then they were gone...


for no reason at all and just a whimsey took them away as it had brought them... much better than tele! 

I don't know where she came from at all...it is so long ago. I was reading Marion Zimmer Bradley's amazing "The Mists of Avalon" when I drew this way back in the mid '90's. I had lost this drawing and found it in abox of stuff gathered when we moved...I remember it as an really nice time for me and thats all. Every one, man woman and child has to read that book...she worte others before and after that time, and is sadly now dead to us, but that book changed a lot of how i thought of the world Ilive in. 

We have a tree out the back called a Silky Oak; actually a couple of them. Right now in mid spring (Australia) the largest of them is covered with bright orange-yellow flowers. This little faery is only the size of a tennis ball and I had to look really hard at her before I realised she was sitting there calmly amongst these flowers. She was aware of me but in a detached way and didn't flit off or flick out as some of them are wont to do.

The birds seem to be just going beresk amongst the branches.

We didn't plant these trees. An old couple who lived here for thirty years planted them when they came and we are grateful for their efforts. They came here at our age (early fifties) and she, Mrs Evans is now in her eighties... her husband died recently.

They wanted to be self sufficient and had one cow, a cow bale to milk her in, herbs, fruit trees, flowers etc... he had a small boat in which he would go down to the nearby Hastings river to fish... there is an incredible feeling of peace in this place and maybe it was this which drew this couple to here or maybe they created it themselves.

She was happy enough to sell it to us as she knew we would keep what was here. Her husband died just after we moved in...like my husband he was in a wheelchair, but from Parkinsons. The night he died we remember well because there was something really strange about that night and we both felt it and commented at the time. I just asked my husband and we both couldn't recall what it was but it was a sort of odd noise/movement thing which un nereved us but not so as to frighten us.The next day we were told he had died at that time. I don't know what this has to do with this Silky Oak Faery but obviously something of the people who came before was there because as I drew her I thought of them and all the years they lived here.. s

These bunch of dawn faeries I noticed ourside the house in a big tree. I was lying in bed at about 5am just looking out the big glass door and not thinking anything much at all. I closed my eyes and opened them and there they were on the bough just opposite the door... being sleepy I closed my eyes and opened them again and they were gone ... but they had been there. When I got up just after this and went outside I felt like I could hear a tinkle of laughter, like when those metallic christmas decorations shatter...just like that... ah! sometimes its good to know that they are there even if they hide from the plodding likes of me.

This is one of Purr's Roof Crackers. Scary a character as can be. He's only rrrreally scared of the Nosy Stair Creeper. This horror is a distant rello of the Sink Sucker and No Gob who hides in between the walls and listens to all our telephone calls.
There are many types of Roof Crackers. This is the Aussie version and I imagine that the Scots, Masai or U.S. versions would be equally as terrrifying to meet. . s

This lot just came out of my head n a golden sunny spring afternoon when the light was streaming into my room. I just started with the eyes and the rest just happened...perhaps in a parallel universe...or maybe just around the next corner they are if my eyes were wide open... I just know that they make me happy and thats enough...as usual I could not decide which one to post... the more pastel one or the bright sunlight filled one...whatever takes your fancy. 

Purr wrote

Purr wrote
http://nosystaircreeper.blogspot.com/?

“EVER WONDERED
Have you ever wondered what the squeak is when you venture up the stairs in your home? Well it's a wee creature called a stair creeper!Yes they are little creatures that hide under your stairs during the daytime. You always thought that creek was just a loose plank of wood giving way under your weight, but no it's the crack of the poor wee creatures finger-bones as you crush them! It hangs on by it's fingertips under your stair in the vain attempt and hope that you won't stand on it because it dare not let out a yelp of pain, it just has to hang there as you crush it's finger-bones and grit it's teeth!”

This is the blog of the person who wrote the story about the stair creeper.... have a look at the second of her posts. http://nosystaircreeper.blogspot.com/?

This one was inspired by the second post in a blog called "Noisy Stair creeper"... I hope she likes it... I'll see if I am clever enough to insert her blog in the next post... I hopes she gives me permission to include the story of this little creature here :) copyrighted of course... 

Its mid spring here right now, and its been quite warm. The bees are flying about loaded with pollen and the birds seem to be finding plenty of food in the trees and on the ground. I spotted this lovely Mid Spring Faery watching the Rainbow Lorikeets feeding on the grass seeds in our back yard...glad I didn't mow the yard... so many birds are feeding on the seeds, and this faery seems to be delighted by it all. r 

There she was one warm sring afternoon. I looked up through the Mulberry tree's branches and she was smiling back st me as if we'd known each other for ages... I remember the light of the sun on hr face and the sparkle in her eye...