A friend of mine gave me a gift last week. She took me to see the fairy houses hidden along the Tranquility Trail in Frick Park Pittsburgh. There have been been ten reportedly found. We saw about five.
Five tiny dwellings harbored at the base of trees and cuddled in logs. Magic!
And unexpected! I am usually a passionate observer of nature. I found that while exploring the fairy world I suddenly saw things I had not noticed in ways I had not seen them before.
And imagine! My imagination has been captured. Who built these dwellings? Who lives in them? So much for a writer to ponder.
The Creative! I am not only passionate about nature but about found object art. So I have found a new wonder and new possibilities and inspiration.
Don’t be surprised if tiny abodes begin appearing on mesas or canyons near my home in the southwest. I can imagine that fairies in the desert live in very different tiny homes built out of sun bleached bones and stones and bits of cactus perhaps.
Their stories will be different too.
Look closely for the Fairy dust behind the doors in life.
Carry it with you.
And then this surprise from my photography instructor. A Holiday photo. Darcy Pino
There is a theme here. As a writer I am always searching out the themes.
Wishing you magic and creativity, inspiration and surprises this New Year. Embrace the unexpected and find Joy in the tiny things.
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Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,
Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky,
Whirling fantastic in the misty air,
Contending fierce for space supremacy.
And they flew down a mightier force at night,
As though in heaven there was revolt and riot,
And they, frail things had taken panic flight
Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet.
I went to bed and rose at early dawn
To see them huddled together in a heap,
Each merged into the other upon the lawn,
Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep.
The sun shone brightly on them half the day,
By night they stealthily had stol’n away.
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And suddenly my thoughts then turned to you
Who came to me upon a winter’s night,
When snow-sprites round my attic window flew,
Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light.
My heart was like the weather when you came,
The wanton winds were blowing loud and long;
But you, with joy and passion all aflame,
You danced and sang a lilting summer song.
I made room for you in my little bed,
Took covers from the closet fresh and warm,
A downfall pillow for your scented head,
And lay down with you resting in my arm.
You went with Dawn. You left me ere the day,
The lonely actor of a dreamy play.
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And don’t forget the poetry in life. Along the same theme I share with you this poem.
Look closely for the Fairy dust behind the doors in life.
