EMERSYN ARRIVES (Part II)

Yes, it was decided by the young couple that before they could venture into the village of humans and begin their work caring for the animals that lived there, they would have the ritual of union. This is somewhat like the marriage ceremony in the world of the humans, but it’s simpler, yet it is magical and wondrous. One also never knows what is going to happen at this ritual.

All of the fairies, young and old, gathered to plan the ritual, which was going to take place when the moon was full. It just so happens that the moon was going to be full the very next evening. Moon Fall and Star Gazer happily disappeared into the forest to write their oaths to one another and make plans for their move. Oh, it was an exciting afternoon and evening for all in the Forest of Lang. There had not been a ritual of union for 173 fairy years. Most of the elder fairies made busy with creating a gossamer gown for Moon Fall, while the younger fairies were sent to gather Lilies of The Valley for her wreath. The adult fairies were pulling out age-old recipes of herbal spirits and dandelion treats.  The male fairies were tasked with stringing multi-colored crystals gathered from the Stream of Greenwood, for necklaces and rings to be presented to the young couple upon taking their oaths of union. However, the oldest of the elder fairies, was fashioning – what would likely be the most treasured gift of all – a basket woven of the most valued wheat grass in the forest…golden crib and locket grass; the strongest grass ever known. Why, baskets that held volumes of gold were made of this special grass. It was strong and held fast, even when carrying a very heavy treasure. THIS basket would, indeed, carry a valued treasure.

Once all the tasks had been completed and the elder fairies bestowed their approval upon the gown, the jewelry, the drink and food (no one was to see the basket, nor did the oldest elder fairy require or even consider approval), all fairies, young and old, proceeded to rest, for the next day would bring so much excitement!

Meanwhile, Moon Fall and Star Gazer were sitting around a tall oak tree, with their backs leaning against it, as they were composing their oaths. Every so often, Moon Fall would stop and gaze up into the sunbeams peeking through the branches and she would smile. Secretly, she wanted to let loose with a primal scream of pure joy, but feared it would frighten Star Gazer so much he would take flight and never return. The happiness she felt was literally making her heart beat quickly, more so than usual. She found she could barely walk anymore; every other step was taken on air, not the ground. Why, even at times, she had to take a deep breath and fill her lungs with air so that she would be more grounded. Star Gazer was deliriously happy, but being the planner that he was, he also was making plans for them for their new life. It was important to him that they be able to pursue their passion of caring for animals and the thought of giving care to animals that were deprived of it, was an honor for him and for his Love.

Before long, the sun had disappeared and the moon was rising high in the night sky. Not quite a full moon, but large enough to cast light upon the busy fairies as they finished their tasks and prepared to sleep. Moon Fall and Star Gazer had finished their oaths and each departed to spend one last night with their families. Star Gazer gently kissed her. She looked up at him and threw her arms around his neck and whispered, “This time tomorrow, we shall be making our pledges to one another and then…”  Star Gazer stepped back and laughed out loud saying, “Yes, we will be three!”

The next morning, the sun had not even risen and the forest was busy with activity! The clearing in the forest was being prepared for the ceremony. Flower petals were being gathered and placed into the special baskets for the flower fairies to prepare the way for the bride to walk the aisle. Only special flower petals were used and so it was rather time-consuming finding them, but the search yielded lovely ones and the fairies had great fun while looking.

Now, behind the scene, so to speak, the wood nymphs had their own tasks to complete. These were tasks that were carried out with great love and joy, for they were in charge of preparing and guarding the special tree in that clearing (circle). The tree was hundreds of years old and bore its age with great beauty and grace. The long limbs and branches of the tree were strong, yet feminine and seemed to sway in the breeze, even if there wasn’t a breeze. The colors of green in the leaves were many; light, medium and dark and every shade of green in-between. The wood of the trunk glistened as if it was made of marble and gold. This grand tree was actually an Angel Oak, which towered over most of the forest trees.  There was not another tree like this one for hundreds of miles and so the legend in the Forest of Lang was that this oak tree was sent to this particular forest to watch over the forest and its inhabitants. But the Angel Tree did even more for the forest, which you’ll learn about soon enough.

Meanwhile, Moon Fall was bathing in the Golden Falls of the forest, with the animals standing by as guards and assistants to the bride-to-be. Robins and blue birds held her robe for her as she emerged from the pool at the foot of the falls. Crows carried the towel for her hair and swept it round and round like a turban on her head. “Oh, thank you all so very much for everything.” Moon Fall was smiling as she made her way to her little home to get ready for the ceremony. “I’m so excited and happy! This is the most wonderful day of my life,” she said. All the birds chirped their happiness. Fairies were beginning to arrive to ready her for the wedding.  

Star Gazer had been ready for hours! He was walking through the forest and his heart was full of love for Moon Fall and he was looking forward to their life together – married and doing what they loved: caring for animals. Star Gazer’s mind was racing through a number of thoughts, but the main thought that kept coming was that of Moon Gazer, the magical and wonderful fairy he has loved for so long. At last, they would be wed to one another. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the cracking of dry leaves behind him or the whispering in the trees; for the creatures of the forest had been instructed to keep an eye on him and make sure he was at the ceremony on time. Young fairies were flying through the trees, somewhat silently – but not quite – watching Star Gazer’s every move to ensure he was safe and back home on time.

The time for the wedding was drawing near. Moon Fall was dressed in an exquisite gown of gossamer, lace and silk. The special jewels and crystals adorned her dark hair and her bouquet was made up of Sunflowers, Daisies, White Morning Glories, and Baby’s Breath, with just a touch of Queen Anne’s Lace. Long tendrils of silk fell from the bouquet, with little pearls sewn into the silken ribbons. The Elder Fairies stood back and just sighed with love for her. Thoughts of her as a wee baby flew through their minds and like a film; photos of her throughout the years were dancing about. Each Elder Fairy took their turn whispering something into her ear and placing a small “something” in her palms, which she then placed into the lace purse on her right wrist. It was tradition within the fairy kingdom that when a young fairy marries, each of the Elder Fairies presents her with a special gem and/or crystal which serves a special purpose in the life of the bride: from health to goodness to protection. These were treasures that fairies passed on throughout the generations.

“Well, dearies! It is time to begin making our way to the clearing.” The eldest of the Elder Fairies took her place beside Moon Fall, to guide her toward her future.

Back in the circle and in the branches of the Angel Oak, the wood nymphs had checked everything in, around and below the oak one more time, and then descended for a fast break before the ceremony began. All was ready; even more so than anyone knew…for an unseen and uninvited guest was approaching the side of the Angel Oak that was against the dense forest, the side that no one saw while standing in the clearing.  This uninvited guest made its way up the lower trunk of the oak and found a place to settle in, just inside a knot hole. The brown and gold of the guest matched the trunk of Angel Oak so no one would have even noticed anyone or anything not part of the oak. 

Now, everything was ready…

Anyway, it was decided by the Elder Fairy and her council that Moon Fall and Star Gazer would be the caretakers of the animals in the village. They also decided that before they could embark upon this important mission, their union must be sealed. I didn’t tell you before that when the union is sealed at the union ritual…remember the tree in the circle with the couple? Once the two fairies are spiritually and magically united, this special tree delivers to them a baby fairy! Yes! It is true!

And so…

 

Oak Willowglimmer – Mistress of The Gardens (Chapter Four)

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She was so relaxed, as she leaned back and went back and forth and back and forth and back and…wait!  There was no forth!  Oak went back on the swing and stayed there! Since she was in a “laid back” position anyway on the swing, she looked up and there was Sam…all 23 eyes of him…looking back at her!  “Hi, Oak! Good to see ya again! Don’t be afraid, but you’re stuck in my web.”  Sam kinda hung there, sheepishly looking back and forth, as Oak tried to get her bearings, as she wriggled around on the swing (which wasn’t easy, being hung up in the air like that).  “Sam!  What?”  “Shhhhh,” Sam suddenly grabbed her hands and pulled her off the swing, onto a giant strand of web, which went from one end of the area (she still wasn’t sure what it was) to the other.  Somehow, he literally put her on his back and wrapped a quick silk rope around her so she wouldn’t fall. and off they went, scurrying across the strand and then Sam threw (really) webs out of his hands so they could catch hold of each one and swing from one to the other, until they were up and over the gate.  Oak could barely catch her breath because Sam flew so quickly.  It really was like flying…from silken strand to the next.

Oak must have fallen asleep, because she suddenly found herself in a cave; a cave filled with webs of all colors…gold, silver, red, orange, white, black and on and on.  Rather than spiders, there were fairies!  Real fairies who were spinning the webs and placing them throughout the cave. Putting her little fists to her eyes to wipe the sleep away, Oak’s eyes opened as big as she could make them.  Yes, the webs and the fairies were still there.  “Oak!”  “Thank goodness, Sam. You’re still with me,” she said as she went to hug him.  His hugs were pretty snug because he had so many legs/arms with which to hug.  “Of course, Oak, of course I’m with you!”  With that, Sam swept her up again and they glided up on a golden strand of silk; the most beautiful golden she had ever seen.  Up up up they went until they reached what appeared to be the upper floor of the cave, which really looked like a castle.  Sam helped her down off the silken strand, and they walked toward a bright light that was shining from in front of them.  The light was glowing and bright, yet not so bright one couldn’t look into it.  It was amazing.  As they approached the light, Oak could make out the form of a woman.  There was something about this woman that seemed sweetly familiar.  But, she had a silk veil of butterflies over most of her face and Oak could only see her eyes.

The woman stepped out from the light and just stood still and gazed about her surroundings. Oak noticed that everything was quiet and that the lady was looking over Oak’s head, so Oak turned around and almost gasped with awe, for the cave was now a soft gold and white.  The little ledges up and down the walls of the cave had lovely fairies kneeling and facing this woman.  Candles and torches were lit and lined the walls and pathways; stars that looked like they came down from the heavens were hanging from above and inside the frame of each star was a fairy playing a harp.  The music from these harps was mesmerizing and dreamy.  Oak could not stop looking around for in every direction she looked was a new surprise, a new delight.  Tree frogs and lizards were dressed in light cotton robes and each had a special hat on that had tiny fireflies circling the brims of the hats.  The frogs and lizards were bringing goblets of freshly mined golden grape juice.  She knew this because she heard a baby girl fairy telling her friends.

Turning back to the woman, there was now a nest on the ground; or should I say on the “cloud”?  First, it was a nest, but a big nest – big enough for a grown up fairy.  The nest was made of beautiful twigs of cedar, birch, oak, and pine.  Blended into the twigs were stems and leaves from herbs and flowers: lavender, roses petals, sage, rosemary and some marigold.  The nest was lined with gardenia and plumeria blossoms. Now, although she thought it was on the floor, it was actually sitting upon a lavender colored cloud that had drifted down from the opening at the top of the cave.  When the woman turned to walk toward the nest, that is when Oak saw the woman had wings!  She had fairy wings! Not only did she have beautiful fairy wings, she also had hair just like Oak’s mother!  It was long and wavy and reddish yellow…such a beautiful color. The woman still had her face veil on, as she went to step into the nest. But then butterflies flew from her veil to lift her long skirt so she would not trip.  After she stepped into the nest and sat down, the butterflies then flew into the woman’s hair and became still, like beautiful hair pins.

Everyone in the cave knelt and then slowly rose.  As they rose to their feet, the woman began speaking in a soft melodic voice (Oak was thinking it sounded like her mother).  Now that she was facing everyone, it could be seen that her eyes were emerald green and soft, as soft as her voice.  “My loved ones,” she began.  Without warning, a fiery red smoke descended from the opening in the cave (at the top) and began circling the room, almost in the shape of pointing fingers; each poking at a fairy, or a lizard or a frog.  The stench was horrific!  The smoke seemed to take on the odor of a dead ogre. (Of course, Oak had never seen an ogre, much less smelled a live or dead one, but the smoke smelled like what she thought one would smell like).  The ground began to shake and the little ledges that fairies were sitting on began breaking and falling to the earth like shards of glass, trying to stab and cut as they hit the ground.  Thunder filled the chamber and was so loud that the fairies had to put their hands over their ears.  But the thunder could not disguise or extinguish what Oak heard.  It was her mother again, calling, “Oak, Oak, come home.  You’re in danger.  Come home.”

Turning to ask the fairy lady for help to get to her mother, Oak discovered she was gone!  In her place, where the nest was, sat a giant dragon, who was looking straight at Oak, as smoked poured out of his nose.  (to be continued)

Oak Willowglimmer – Mistress of The Gardens (Chapter Two)

If you remember, Oak was sitting in her little garden at the back of her yard; drawn there by a faint flickering light that could have been a fairy! So she slipped into the garden and sat and was silent; as silent could be!  Oak’s head didn’t even move when her eyes would look to the right, then to the left, above and down.  Why, if you were a fly in the garden, you would not be able to hear her breathe.  Then almost, as if it was always there, just barely, Oak heard “tinkling”…the tinkling of crystal or sea glass or…well, she wasn’t sure.  Listening, Oak decided it was crystal AND sea glass tinkling – together, as if on a wind chime that maybe fluttered down from Heaven or fluttered up from the sea.  Now Oak was well-versed in grammar and English and everything that goes with it; she knew fluttered up from the sea maybe wouldn’t make sense to everyone, but to those who mattered – it did!  Anyway, the tinkling kept up and began to sound closer and a wee bit stronger – not loud (for fairies or wind chimes would never be loud), just stronger.

She went to brush a wisp of hair from her right cheek and as she did, Oak felt something and winced, thinking it might be a bug.  Whatever it was, it wouldn’t really go away; it just darted from her fingers and found a different place on her cheek to make its presence known. As Oak went to swat at the bug, she suddenly thought that maybe it wasn’t a bug; it could be a fairy. “Oh my gosh”, she thought.  “A fairy!  A fairy,” she screamed in her head.  Ah, so excited, Oak could barely sit still.  But still…she sat.  Listening intently, she thought she heard some faint rustling…like the rustle you hear when you open a present and it’s wrapped lightly in tissue paper.  sshshhhshshew Say it quietly…shshhshshew….and as you come to the end, the shew ends almost silently.  Her eyes were slowing swiveling in her head as she scanned the room.  Light brush on her cheek, shshhshshew…and flickers of light, or perhaps the thought of lights; whatever, she felt, she heard and she saw everything she needed to know in her young smart mind that there was a fairy in the room.  “Tap tap tappity tap tap tap,” at her shoe; she felt that on her shoe.  Looking down, Oak saw the most beautiful little fairy that one could ever possibly imagine in this world or in any other world, for that matter. Taken by the magic and, oh just the magic of it all, Oak just stared at the fairy.

The fairy picked up a beautiful wind chime that looked exactly like what Oak imagined.  The little thing just shook and shook that wind chime, causing the delicate crystals and sea glass to literally come alive and each crystal and each sea glass rose up, off the bark (handle) and then, as if a wizard had flipped his wand, each piece then created its own wind chime.  Before Oak knew it, the garden was filled with little itsy bitsy wind chimes; not so many that you couldn’t move, but let’s say that if you were there, you would have to watch, very carefully, where you were walking, sitting, stooping or being or even standing!  But what was amazing was the sound.  It was the sound of crystal chandeliers and sea glass harps, all playing in tune with one another; being directed by an unseen maestro of mystical magical music.  The melody seemed as if it was straight from Heaven or Fairyland and seemed so familiar, Oak was sure she knew the song, but couldn’t, for the life of her, remember it.  “That’s right,” she thought, “it’s a memory, I know it is.  I just can’t remember this song.”

Having traveled in her mind to the room of memories, Oak almost forgot about the wind chimes…until the room grew silent…again.  She looked around and saw that the chimes had floated down to the floor of the garden…gently, like a very light snow; landing quietly and sitting still.  The little fairy then flew slowly up to Oak and beat her little wings while she hovered in the air in front of Oak’s face.  “Greetings, Oak Willowglimmer.”  “You know my name?” Oak’s heart really began to flutter.  “Of course I do.  I’ve known you all your life,” the fairy said.  “My name is Gossamer Beamfly and you are Oak Willowglimmer.“  At this point, let me describe the fairy.  She was only four inches high and had beautiful pink hair; so pink that you would think you were looking at cotton candy. Gossamer had beautiful blue eyes with green little sparkly glitter spots in them.  Her skin was a pale pale green…really just a hint of green…very light.  She was indeed lovely.

Gossamer said, “I know your mother too.  I know her really well.”  “How do you know us?” Oak asked.  “I can’t really say; just know that I do. Please don’t ask questions for my answers would only confuse you.  Plus, I’m your elder.”  “My elder?”  Oak tilted her head and looked at Gossamer.  “You can’t be older than me.  You’re so tiny and young.”  “Well, my dear, we fairies are like that.  We appear to be young or old or whatever, but we’re really the opposite!  I’m 125 years old.  Just had my birthday last week.”  “Oh my gosh,” exclaimed Oak.  “I can hardly believe this, but wait!  I do believe you, it’s just…well.  It’s like I’m in the middle of a fairy tale!  Really! My friends would never ever believe me.”  Gossamer fluttered closer to Oak’s face and looked right in her eyes and said, “There is no reason to even tell them.  The more people that know about us, the less…uh, how do I explain this.  For every human that hears about a fairy, but doesn’t believe, two fairies are frozen in time, way down deep in the Honeycrooked Tree right in the middle of Greenwood Forest.”  Gossamer looked sad now.  Oak thought she saw a tear slip down her cheek, but it was a tiny diamond or a tear that turned into a tiny diamond that fell upon the toe of Oak’s shoe.  “Oh my”, said Oak.  “I’m so sorry to hear this.  It just seems like everyone would believe in you and other fairies!”  Right at that moment, a clap of thunder sounded and shook the canopy over the garden.  Oak jumped and Gossamer began flying a circle as fast as she could – over and over and round and round, until Oak became dizzy. “Stop”, Oak whispered.  She tried to yell, but her words only came out as a whisper. “It’s only thunder.  Thunder cannot hurt you.”  Gossamer kept flying in a circle and the tiny wind chimes were rising in the air; their crystals and sea glass clattering and chattering…nothing like earlier when they sounded like angelic harp music.  The pieces of glass and crystal were flying and swinging and Gossamer was flying like a dragonfly that had lost its way and the thunder kept pounding the ground and Oak got more and more dizzy.  In the background of all the clamoring, Oak could hear her mother, Mary, calling for her.  Only this time, rather than the usual mother call, it sounded a little frantic.  Oak called back, “Mommy, I’m here, I’m here.” “Oak, Oak, please answer Mommy!  Please!  Oak, Oak, come home, come home.”

Oak was feeling faint.  The tinkling, the banging,  the fluttering, the manic wings, circles round and round, Mommy calling…all these things were rushing through Oak’s head and then she fell – and fell and fell.

(to be continued)

Fairies in The Gardens

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I know that fairies are in gardens…I’ve seen them.  Have you ever caught a sunbeam that was so bright you had to turn away from it, but as you did, you caught a movement, a glimpse of a whisper of gossamer wings?  This happens to us so often in life that soon…we quit wondering about it and just accept those flitting moments as everyday passing of flies, mosquitoes or butterflies.  Walk through a meadow in the mountains and see the various little flying creatures almost float up in the air…floating up and up until they are out of sight.

When I really work the soil in my yard, I can feel the experience and heart of it.  Think about it: soil is always around…always.  It has a history and travels so easily, from yard to yard, city to city – across the country and around the world.  Regardless of its quality, its history remains. If it could speak, I venture to say we would learn so much!  One would be how fairies work the earth (the soil) in gardens to create beauty and nourishment for humans and for the Earth. I’ve learned that Earth fairies have great love for both and disdain those who abuse them (This includes all forms of nature and animals).

Since I’ve been creating fairy gardens, it seems that all forms of nature visit my yard, day and night.  Daytime finds little spiders (and I’m not a great fan of them) weaving lovely panes of glassy webs in the trees and in my slat house (old fashioned greenhouse); various types of lizards ranging from the garden variety to the Cuban curly tail to Iguanas and more play chase with high stakes.  There’s a huge hawk that lives nearby and the community of birds and squirrels have their alarm system in place when he starts circling.  Oh, I could go on and on about these wonderful creatures.  A small hive of bees are at home in a hole in a stucco fence. At night, when I’m working on a garden, I’ll hear a crashing through bushes and a family of possums appears on their nocturnal prowl!  Nature gathers in my yard and it’s magical.  The tree frogs start serenading as soon as I water my gardens.  There’s times when I sense eyes watching me and when those moments happen, I find the gardens I’m working on become enchanted…everything falls into place, I step back and say, “Perfect”.

The next time you’re walking in a park or sitting in your yard, become silent and just “see” and “listen”.  The Fairies of The Earth will lead the parade of nature right to you.  Please and thank you!  ♥