A curtsey faery for Edy

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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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

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.

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

"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"

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,

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.

An Autumn Quick Whipped up Faery Catchup.

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

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.

A Faerie catchup...

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

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.

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.