February 10, 2017
The moon last night, though! Wow, I love the full moon. And how fun to have a Full Snow Moon! I often find myself chasing the moon, trying to find just the right perspective to capture it with my camera. I’ve traveled to the Puget Sound, large lakes, high on Mountain Rainier, over the Pacific Ocean in Hawaii, 10, 000 feet high over Mt. Haleakala, in the San Juan Islands of Western Washington, and high in the Rocky Mountains, to name some of my favorite places. Last night, like so many other nights, I just went outside my house and shot a few photos that turned out ok. I loved the ring around the moon last night. It was a rainbow of colors. There is something so magical about the full moon. And last night, with the Full Snow Moon, an eclipse of the moon and the passing of Comet 45P, it couldn’t have been more exciting for me or my faerie friends. You can only imagine how much fun their gala was.
The wind that blew around my house today was exhilarating. It was warm, near 70 degrees and electric. It was as if all of nature was celebrating the shift from winter to spring. My faerie friends had been anticipating this week’s celebrations for some time and now it was here. Special stores of their most delicate fruits and nectars, jelly and flavored honey from their favorite blooms. Carefully dried pedals, nuts and grains made into drinks and syrups and elixirs. Everyone’s favorite gowns and bright costumes were lovingly tended and prepared and readied for dancing and singing and playing their favorite instruments. Nothing was left undone. And in their slower state, it took a long time. It is fun though, because they perform all their tasks with a song and a joke or a smile to make the time go along more smoothly and more enjoyably. I love working with the faeries because even the most menial task becomes a small gift.
But I am getting ahead of myself. That dark day in Seattle when my faeries rescued me from emotional disconnect and we headed down into the heart of the cedar tree, I was reacquainted with my faerie angels after years of trouble and pain. I will never forget that day. As I was saying, I descended the stairs to the round reception room below and the fae, my dear fae who has always watched over me, was waiting. All the faeries simply call her Grandma Mae. She wore deep purple cloth, draped around her in a sort of Greek or Roman style with a silver belt of woven cloth around her waist. She wore a simple silver tiara on her head. Her long hair hung loosely around her shoulders. My little silver blue faerie never let go of my hand. Maybe I should pause a minute to clarify that this little faerie was like all other faeries and had a normal skin colored body but was just dressed in silver blue. It is just that most faeries dress similar to the environment that they tend and protect and they often refer to themselves as the color or kind of plant or place they tend, such as the red strawberry faeries or sparkly white and blue frost faeries or the green maple tree faeries. So, my silver blue faerie likely spent most of her time in the tree tops and in the sky, I never knew for sure because once we got to the bottom of the stairs, she kissed my cold but warming hand and flew off.
I watched her fly off into the midst of the host of faeries around me when I noticed Grandma Mae walking towards me. I looked up into my fae’s eyes and began to cry. Just the tender look in her eyes brought all my fears and pain to the surface. She wrapped her arms around me. “Welcome, dear one. We have missed you. We are so glad to have you return.”
“I’m so sorry it took so long. I didn’t realize how much I missed being here. I am so sorry. Everything was so hard…” I said through my tears.
“We understand, we have been with you. Now come with me.”
She kept her right arm around my shoulders as we walked together down one of the 9 hallways that each originated from the large round room at the bottom of the stairs. This hallway had tightly packed dirt for a floor and walls made of roughhewn wooden beams that were maybe 8 x 8 or larger and the length of large trees that seemed to be holding back the ground from caving in around us. There were warm magical lights glowing brightly from torches on the walls. It was more rustic than the entrance and seemed to go on for a very long way. Many of the faeries flew around us and followed us as we walked. I could tell that their strength was returning as they moved further from the entrance and deeper into the heart of the cedar, though it still wasn’t their hummingbird-like energy of the warmer months. I continued to cry on an off as we walked. A little pink faerie (a faerie with a pink dressJ) brought me a tissue and kissed my cheek before she returned to the rest of the faeries flying around us.
I could feel my pain and fears surfacing and then releasing almost as quickly as they surfaced. I noticed that I was flowing with my emotions instead of wanting to run from them as I did only moments ago. As I slowly regained my composure, I saw a door up ahead on my right. It was made of metal and twice the size of a normal household door. One torch was on each side of the door and there was a great bar across it. When we got to the door, Grandma Mae released me and brushed her hand over the bar and it slowly slid out of the way of the door and with another short motion from the fae, the door opened smoothly to reveal a most wondrous room.
