During the harshest part of winter when the temperature here in Maine drops way down low the Wizard and I travel south to an enchanted island in the middle of a turquoise sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This island is home to herds of wild horses, they roam freely with the Hadas, unrestricted and unrestrained. Hadas is the Spanish word for Fairy and caballo means horse… Spanish is this island’s native tongue and the language most spoken there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On this island in the middle of a turquoise sea, along with the hadas and caballos lives Lulu. She is a seamstress who designs and makes all of her clothes as well as una artista de ceramica, a ceramic artist of great sensitivity and talent.

Recently one late summer day my dogs Paco and Angel who the Wizard and I adopted from this island so far away began barking, light cheerful little barks with a different ring. I looked out into my door yard and whom did I see? Why it was Lulu of the islands surrounded by glimmering tropical Hadas along with the Home Place Fairies Fae!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Along with Lulu came other island ladies all a glimmer and a glow, how wonderful it was to see these tropical island senoritas in the northern summer light !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As we walked through the gardens, island ladies and I,  my garden flowers quivered and the Home Place Fairies sighed, delighting in these ladies and their accompanying Hadas whom radiated a brilliant tropical island light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While we ladies mingled chatting the Home Place Fairy Folk and Hadas conversed delighting in their differences. They learned that despite them they had more in common, so many things about them both that was the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lulu brought a special gift, a beautiful tile which she made. She said the tile was inspired from stories of Old Horse and it was a token of affection created in her studio on this tiny little island so many miles away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I brought the tile to the fairies for their blessing which they three times bestowed. The first blessing was in the garden beside the Guardian Angel and two quartz stones of precious rose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A second blessing occurred inside the Alter of the Fairies deep within the enchanted woodland where fairy radiance is inspiring and all dreams flourish and grow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The third blessing was held deep in the heart of the living garden where human children play. The place where secrets are safely shared and all wishes are bestowed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After all these blessings were completed and the gift fairy honored , to Old Horse I brought this tile. He lowered his head in gratitude, sending heart felt thanks to Lulu and the ladies along with their Hadas companions who traveled so far from away.

We are grateful for the warmth this tile brings… it holds the sunlight of the island and will warm us during the harshest part of winter when the days become shorter, darker and cold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As our visit came to a close, farewells were said as Paco basked in the love of his former island’s inhabitants.

All around us the Home Place Fairies danced and sang, embracing their new friends, the fine little tropical Hadas, fairy folk of an Enchanted Isle no longer seeming so distant despite being thousands of miles away.

 

 

 

 

These photos were taken at days end. The Wizard and I had walked to the top of our Blueberry hill to watch the sun set and I took these photos as the sky dramatically changed, all in less than fifteen minutes.

 

 

 

 

 

A glorious half rainbow formed to the north fading before us as the sun began her descent heavy and low behind the western mountains.

 

 

 

 

 

Rain blew in from the west passing over and above us like a long misty road of fog.

 

 

 

 

 

The hills were for a brief while illuminated by the fading glow of the sun.

 

 

 

 

 

And then just like that the sky was darkening…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the fairy folk began to shimmer and shine.

 

 

Acknowledgement : The action of expressing gratitude or appreciation of something.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wanted to share this card of thanks I received from a very enthusiastic group of well mannered children who attend a dynamic preschool in a town by the sea here in Maine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These children love fairies and for the past several years have danced and pranced in my fairy dresses which the real Home Place Fairies have enchanted with fairy dust to everyone’s delight. A big shout out of appreciation to Miss Bette, Miss Angie and Mr. Jerry whose hearts are so full of giving and whose guidance and caring have touched so many!

Full August Moon rising over our blueberry barrens in Maine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Native North American Indian Tribes have different names for the August Full Moon. One of the most popular names is the Sturgeon Moon because this large fish is caught in the Great Lakes during this time. Another name is the Full Red Moon because it often appears through a sultry reddish haze. The Dakotah Sioux call the August full moon “The Moon When All Things Ripen”. The Ojibwa tribe of Northern Minnesota and Canada call this the Blueberry Moon, because this is the season when the berries on their lands ripen. Here on the north side of a small mountain in Maine it is blueberry harvesting time. We are thankful for this season’s bountiful harvest and honor the moon and all the fairy folk who helped to sweeten the fruit to ripening. This August full moon is also being called a Super-moon because it occurred when the moon was closet to Earth in it’s orbit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here at the farm children dance with fairy folk by the light of the moon.

 

 

 

 

 

Fairies by moonlight sparkle and glow, enchanting the barrens where the blueberries grow. Have you ever walked in the evening with the fairy folk? Like little lanterns or fireflies they glimmer and shine, illuminating my pathway as I walk in the silence of a full August Moon. Everywhere I look around myself is peaceful, perfect… as if walking in a dream.