About Me:I surround myself with all things magical and find that I am most myself when I am in nature. I love crystals, plants, my Chihuahuas. my hubby and my son (not necessarily in that order!)I do have to admit that I sincerely believe in the Fae.
It seems like forever since I posted last, and for that I appologise. It rained most of June and I have been fighting powdery mildew on my cucumbers and zuchinni ever since, but that's not what I want to share today.
The rain stopped and the sun came out, bright and warm, and my flowers are loving it! The daylillies are particularly nice. There is one more daylilly that hasn't bloomed yet, I got it at the farmers market last year so this is the first year that it will bloom. I can't wait to see what it looks like (you think I'd remember!)
I was at the barber with my hubby last weekend. While he was getting his hair cut we were talking with Ann, his barber, about my faerie blog and how I got a baby faerie on video with my cell phone (I had it with me and showed her). She stopped cutting and looked straight at me and said, "You two don't really believe in faeries do you? I mean, what do they do? What are they for?" She thinks we're nuts. She was just talking about how her sister was up north on a ghost expedition and how they got pictures of orbs that were "obviously" ghosts. And she was looking at me like I was nuts. It's not that I disbelieve there are spirits walking around with us, sharing the same space. No, my problem is that she can tell me that I'm crazy to believe in faeries but she can go about telling everyone that they have pictures proving ghosts exist. I truely love Ann, I do, but she represents the problem I have with most of society. Why can't people just accept the idea that there are many different belief systems and leave it at that? This isn't the first time I've come up against this bias. My own sister has been telling her daughters that their aunt is "excentric". Well, to be fair, I don't mind being excentric, I kind of like it. Still, all of this faerie predjudice has led me to a decision, I'm starting a faerie campaign on twitter. I want to lead a group of faerie sympathizers in flooding the twitter boards with faerie information. We all know that there is a wealth of information out there about the fae and since we only have 140 characters to deal with we can break down the information till the cows come home, so to speak, and just keep putting out the word until we stop being treated like second class citizens just because we believe in faeries! Can you tell that I'm very passionate about this? Let me hear an "I BELIEVE!"
I love my backyard. It is a very magical place. It is even more special to me since last winter when I realized that I could finally see the faeries that come and go through the ivy hedge. Just the other day I came out onto the patio to enjoy the first rays of morning. I didn't notice her at first, she was so small, but then the sun caught her shinning wings and bright white skirts as she danced and swirled around the backyard. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I made my way slowly back to the house and grabbed the first thing I could find, my cell phone. The rest is history.
I was a little surprised to find out that Bill didn't retain any memory of our interactions with the faeries. Further, he thinks I'm a little nuts. It wasn't until today that I had a chance to hear what Arial had to say on the matter.
After the reality of her explanation finally settled, things started to make more sence to me, like how I love anything that has to do with nature. The way plants respond to me is a biggy!
I have been wondering lately if Bill isn't a little bonkers. Today I was writing in my journal and he ask if he could see it, well, there wasn't anything in the writing that he hasn't experienced so I let him take a look. I think it might have been a mistake but Arial say's no, he needs constant reminding. You see, Faerie Vision isn't a common talent, and very, very, few men have it. It's not that they can't see the fae, it's more a question of wether or not they want their guy friends knowing. You might say, real men don't see faeries! That's Bill, he refers to himself as the hunter/gatherer. Arial tells me that the faeries confound him after he has any interaction with them, the fewer people who know about them, the better. It wasn't untill today that we had "the talk" about our faerie friends, I think he is humoring me, waiting for the day he has to have me committed. Isn't that funny! You really have to hear it coming from his own lips.