Save the Faeries festival is a community celebration to attract awareness towards environmental conservation and regeneration. The focus on faeries is to lighten the mood for environmental issues. The message behind the statement is that if we keep destroying the environment, faeries will have no where to live. Through saving the environment, we can save the faeries. To bring children's awareness to the voices within the environment we can raise a new generation of eco-conscious kids.
Sunday 18th May 11 am until 4 pm 1 City Farm Place East Perth Australia Entry is $5 for all ages with proceeds going towards City Farm Project and Men of the Trees
This day is for children and adults alike. Bringing together all directions of the community for an event that inspires new thought, inspirations and creative energy.
Save the Faeries Festival will be an organic garden salad mix of local musicians creating tribal beats we know and love around Perth along with craft workshops, street theatre, face painting, wand making, worm farming, storytelling, building a faery village, bellydancing, composting, yummy vegan food, chai tent, oodles of enviro information and good people you wanna meet.
We want to share this day with all ages of the community from children who wanna play faery to adults who are remembering what its all about. Please dress your faery best.
We are still looking for volunteers for this day so if you want to be involved please send me a message.
MY favourite time has always been the tween time, especially the change in seasons when the world around strips away its old skin to reveal a new phase. As I watch the trees, the sky and skin colour of my surrounding friends gently move into a different shade I ask myself, what layers are you stripping?
When I was living in Ireland I stayed in Dublin for around a year and scurried my way through a human life of work, money making and umbrella dancing through the crowds every morning. I warmed the cold morning by visualising walking to work through a crowd of umbrellas as a dance, a larger umbrella would lift up to the small ones, the ignorant umbrellas would charge through to centre stage, sending the ungrounded on a spin towards the curb. The gracious would dance. It was a constant flow up jumping and weaving, twisting and bowing low to the heavy flow of umbrellas challenging the very dance floor of Dublin's city streets. One day I decided to walk open to the rain and accept it as a morning gift without my umbrella prop. I walked through St Stephens Green and smiled as the busy leaves painted themselves into their new shades of red, orange and yellow. They were getting ready to fall but not without one last exhibition of radiant achievement. The sun shimmered through the rain clouds this day creating a full production of sharp lighting, rain falling special effects, leaves waving their spectrum of coloured illuminance and people, people were the audience if they chose to take their place.
Not many seemed to notice the beauty that beckoned this day. Then I noticed two men. They were homeless, having spent a cold night curled up onto a hard bench within the park, cushioned slightly with newspaper or perhaps if they were lucky an old blanket which was carefully stored in the parks bushes. They were dressed in heavy clothes, they were stained, holed and intricately layered. As the crowds of heavy coats and umbrellas surged past in a flurry without a glance of recognition towards the men, they simply stood and smiled as they viewed natures exhibition. As I walked past one of the men he spoke, 'tis a good time of year.'
'Aye,' the other replied,' a time for changes, a time for changes.'
