Hello faerie friends

I am so excited that on the 27th July will be my 27th birthday and also national tree day!!

To celebrate I am thinking of ways we can get more trees planted in the Western Australia community over the next couple of months. If there are any Perth faeries reading... there is a tree planting day arranged on the 5th July with Men of the Trees, we will be planting 14,000 trees!!! So if you are around, you know what they say, more hands makes mud fights more fun. Please let me know if you would like to join in and I will forward on more details to you.

There are plenty is liluns to plant so please, every tree loving faerie out there plant a tree in the next couple of months... every tree makes a difference.

I have written about the impact of trees on my website please head to www.faeriecara.com and click on the heading 'talking green'

tree love. X x X

The Return to Faerie has been launched in Australia and is now available online

I wrote the Return to Faerie for those that are seeking a way to faerie conscious living. To live aligned to the pulse of Mother Earth and your own primal spirit, to dance to the earth drum and swim free within the waves of self-forgiveness, elemental healing and soul beauty. Told alongside Celtic folklore that has kept the doorway to faerie open for many faerie seekers. I invite you to share in the most important faerie tale in the world- yours.

Available online at www.faeriecara.com

On sale now for $32.95 Aust, includes postage and handling to anywhere in the world.

insert from The Return to Faerie

Faerie time

In the land of faerie they are all ageless, and young and old and wise all at the same time. The appearance of age on faeries is nothing more than their way of expressing themselves. They have no devices of time to count the passing years, and they pity the lives that we lead calculated by the ever ticking of our clocks. We celebrate our gaining age but not our gaining wisdom, unlike the faeries who would rather just celebrate all life.

Stepping into the land of faerie can sometimes have a detrimental effect on the time we live by here. You may enter the land of faerie for what seems hours and return to find only minutes have passed. Or you may enter for a short visit and find much time has passed. The Celts have many sad stories of adventures into faerie filled with great honour and triumph over battles only to return home to find that generations had passed and all that once existed had long passed away.

 The most famous of these tales would be that of Oisin, son of Finn Mac Cumhaill, the king of Ireland, and Sadh, an enchanted faerie.

Oisin, whose name meant ‘little deer,' was a member of the Fianna, who were a mighty band of warriors, poets and hunters who once protected and served Ireland. Oisin lived a happy life serving under his father as a famous captain of the Fianna. One day whilst he was camping by the ocean he heard a beautiful voice singing from the waves. He walked away from the rest of the Fianna searching for the source of the enchanting song, without knowing that his life was never going to be the same again.

When he stood on a deserted beach, a faerie lady rode out of the waves on a wild but loyal white horse. Her name was Niamh Chinn Oir and she was the most beautiful lady he had ever seen. Her long flowing dress shimmered like the bluest summer sky, her emerald eyes shined with crystal wisdom and her golden hair twisted in untamed curls past her waist. She beckoned Oisin to come with her to her land beneath the waves, the land of the ever young where her father was King. There he would never grow old or weak. He would feast on honey, mead and ripe juicy fruit every day. There he could take part in great battles where all who died arose to live again the next day. Oisin knew he would miss his father and the Fianna, but was already under the spell of Niamh and had fallen in love with her. He sat with her upon the white horse and rode out to the waves and away from the great emerald isle.

All that Niamh had promised was true and more. They married and she bore him two sons and a daughter. He fought great battles during the day, feasted in the evening and fell into the arms of his beautiful wife every night. However, over time there grew a longing in his heart to visit his father and the Fianna. He resisted this calling for sometime until finally he knew that he must return home to share stories with his old friends once again. He spoke with his wife who looked upon him with much sadness as she knew that time moved differently in the land of Ireland. However, she also knew he must learn this for himself or never be at peace. She gave him her white horse to ride back to Ireland and told him to never touch the ground or he shall never return beneath the waves, and to her.

Oisin rode beyond the waves and into Ireland. However, everything looked different. The land had changed, the trees were few and the people who walked upon the roads seemed small and weak. He asked some men if they knew where he could find Finn Mac Cahill and the mighty Fianna. They laughed at Oisin and said that they were merely fireside stories their grandparents once told them. At last Oisin knew all that Niamh had told him was true for he had lived in the land of faerie for what seemed a few years when three hundred years had past in Eire.

 He made his way back to the ocean heavy with sadness for his father and the band of Fianna he would never see again. He approached the calling shores, and noticed five men trying to move a boulder with many tools. He asked if they needed help as he was still a loyal member of the Fianna and served the people of Ireland. The men were fearful of the giant who sat upon the foreign white horse but accepted his offer all the same. He leaned down and with one hand he picked up the stone and threw it many miles away, but as he did, the strap on his horse saddle broke and he came tumbling to the ground. As he touched the ground, the 300 years he had spent away from the land of the aging spread through his body. The working men watched in horror as the mighty giant changed into a crippled man before their eyes. Oisin soon died but not before he had told them all the tales of his father and the honourable Fianna, who once lived in the land or Eire.

There is much wisdom in the faeries way of living without the binding alliances to time. We age because we know how many days and years have passed. If you didn't know or care how old you were, would you behave differently? Not only do we label ourselves with ‘a time,' we also have social standards for certain points in that time span, such as the time in our lives to believe in faeries for instance. We live our lives to meet the demands of time, and drop away the things we enjoy doing as the time passes the point of acceptance. It is not the ticking of the clock that is aging us, it is our own minds and the way we chase the hand around the grandfather clock.

Take a leaf out of the faerie book and start living your life without the demanding time deadlines that rule your life. If you have a day off work then have a day off time as well. Remove all clocks so you awake when your body wants to, eat when you are hungry and sleep when you are tired. As you start to revitalise your body, let it tell you how it is feeling. Do not tell your body how old it is. This is the magic of eternal youth. You can not age if you have no time to tell you so.

My new faerie website is now up and running. Please feel free to fly by any time.

www.faeriecara.com

Would love to see you there..

much love and light. X x X

Thankyou to everyone for all your love, hard work and encouragement over the past few months to make the first 'Save the Faeries' event in Perth such a massive success. The day was overwhelmingly perfect, in everyway. The festival was on the 18th May, I'm sorry for my delay in sharing the news but I have been recovering out in the forest!!
 
All the faerie volunteers looked amazing in their faerie abd pixie outfits. They brought so much enthusiasm and charisma to the day and managed to keep up the energy until we all packed up and dragged our glitter bombed selves away. City Farm was the perfect venue, the roving baby chickens set the stage for an earthy educational day. Early in the morning the stalls set up among the gardens, the faerie chill out zone was bombed with colour and the faerie craft tables brought out their bits to make all kinds of wonderful wands and creations.
 
From 11am the faeries started rolling through the front gate, creating havoc and excitement for everyone. Before we knew it, it had past 12, leaving us to wonder where the first band were. Suddenly out of no where came the beat of drums and the horns of unusual instrument, out of the garden depths walked red and black creatures shocking everyone with their crazy instruments made from junk they had found at the side of the road, rocking our hearts with the calls to environmental awareness and making our feet tap to their rythmytic sound. The day rolled over to 1 and the faeries jumped on stage for some wiggle and shaking, butterfly racing and wish making. As the faeries pulled back the bellydancers took to the stage and shimmied the crowd into amazement.
 
From the stalls, greenpeace, the wilderness society, Anti-Nuclear and Friends of Australian Rock Art were filling petitions and spreading their word to a new crowd of eager listeners. The Earth shine Chai store sold out of cup cake treats and the organic vegie burgers filled stomachs with their tantalizing tastes until they sold out too. Proud mama faerie sold her lucky dips and watched over the launch of 'The Return to Faerie,' book sales. Around the corner the faeries led children down the stepping stones to blow their wishes into the well of wishes, Faerie Chaley and Clover told stories of looking after the environment and the friends from faerie land... and in the background Dekka played into our hearts with his drums, didge and harmonica.
 
Just when it couldn't get any better, Exodus Musica stepped up to the stage and brought down the house with their Sudanese music and dancing. Suddenly it was all for the dance. The crowd joined in for a kangaroo jumping train and even the gruffest of souls couldn't help but look up in delight at the beaming band. To finish off the day we hula hooped to the sound of Funkaleroos and it was at last time to pack up.

Turns out we had 800  people through the gate, and the faeries raise $2580 to City Farm Project which will go towards continual running of the education centre, and seeding trees for Men of the Trees program. The day was truly perfect. City Farm asked us back again... so fold up your wings and be ready Perth for another faerie fest in one years time!!!!

if you would like to see pics please head to my website www.faeriecara.com

Faerie greetings

The time has come for us to bring out our inner faerie and have some fun in the gardens of City Farm. This Sunday the festival will kick off from 11am and move into a lazy Sunday afternoon of faerie shenanigans until 4pm. The sunshine faeries have promised they will be out in force, so don't let the mid-week rain scare you away!

Faerie fest is here for the first time in Perth so be ready for some old fashioned fun, founded on a pulse of movement towards environmental well being and strung along the hearts of wonderful faerie volunteers, musicians and green-thumb folk who are working to make this a stupendous day to be remembered.

There will be something for everyone at faerie fest.. kids, adults, all the rest who aren't sure whether they are supposed to be grown up, faeries, humans, boys, girls, pirates and pixies.

Have a chat with the people of the Wilderness Society, friends of Australian rock art, Greenpeace and Men of the Trees. Come play with the quails, chickens and rabbits of City Farm or have a chat with Rosanne and Tom about worm farming, organic gardening and composting. If you want to have a play then grab a hula hoop or 3 and show us what you've got, have your face painted, make a wand or listen to a story told by the faeries of the lost forest. Don't forget to bring your dancing hips as local musicians roll us through the day with plenty of drums and tribal grooves.

If you haven't been to City Farm before, then you are in for a treat. City Farm Place is the west end of Brown street, recently renamed! Tucked neatly behind Central Tafe in East Perth, turn down Lime street that runs through the Tafe car park and follow it to the back... look out for the glittery winged creatures and follow them!

If you wanted to help out on the day please send me an email
faeriecara@hotmail.com

See you on Sunday. X x X