faery Friday

colour in with the faeries
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a journey of self discovery. You just never know what we might see. Is that a fairy ring under that rowan tree? Look! - a hedgewitch, I wonder what she is brewing in her cauldron today. Oh, and look at that poor menopausal soul, she needs our love & understanding. We may take a stop at the creativity school or a wander through the garden. And maybe, we will take the time machine back to the past! But wherever we go, we will always take time to stop for tea.
here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

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let me introduce you to our very own Australia Bush faery folk - Snugglepot & Cuddlepie - the gumnut babies from May Gibbs. An Australian icon, I believe.I was first introduced to the adventures of Snugglepot and Cuddlepie when I was a little girl of about 4. My dad was an interstate truck driver and when he was away, I would sleep in my mums bed and before I went off to sleep, she would read me a few pages each night. Oh how I looked forward to bedtime then! She would read from her very own book from her childhood. It is dated by hand - Christmas 1947. The illustrations were entrancing - I was mesmerised and felt that I knew these bush folk personnally. And I did. I saw them when I was a little girl. I played with them. I made homes for them, I fed them honey and water. I have faery magick around me, you know. Although I can't see it now, I can still feel it. I feel the faeries and pixies skipping around me sometimes. I love it! oh, but how I wish I could see them now.
And then, when I had my own children ~ I began to make memories for them, by reading the same book to them at night. They grew up with it and many times as we went on bush walks - we would look for the bush faery folk - mr Lizard the big bad banksia men and little ragged blossom.Labels: faery friday