(in defense of faeries) Queen Mab In the crisp, quiet snow, through the sleeping woods we quest. The forest, at once muted and subtle, is laid bare with winter. The naked skeletons of trees impose themselves through the softness of white drifts. The trees relieved of their autumnal frippery are akin to deep soul-urges exposed. We seek the Winter Faerie Queene, Queen Mab, my Fae companion and I. For the Winter Queen is queen of sleep and deep dreaming. She delivers us to
Sprawled under the hydrangea bushes. Late spring only, but the heat says otherwise, sayin’ summer already. There is Lulu, reflecting momentarily on the turn of event. The event? Gettin’ with your gnomies… At the Maryland Faerie Festival. Thoughts and images flood… Remembrances… Treasures… First, to commune with the faeries tenting is key… For in the tent you hear the faerie wild rites surging and glittery faerie glam seeps through the zippy fabric into dreams. New Gn
The Magical Telepathic Blogs If you’ve used your telepathic abilities you would “know” all of the blogs I’ve been writing in my head (and not here.) You’d know all of the beautiful and inspiring things I’ve seen and thought as I travel around, wanting to share… The doubts and revelations… Michigan You’d know of my beautiful Michigan blogs, about where I re-learned to love the quiet of winter snow. My companions were pines, dunes, Lake Michigan, my perfumery studies and of
To fill with pleasureSo it overflows the soulIs gratitude shared.
~ Me In this neck of the verdant wood, Chicago – the midwest region of the USA, we are celebrating Thanksgiving and tucking ourselves inside for a longish cold snap. But like many all over the world, we are steeped in grief and confusion over recent events and the condition of the world suffering under the blows of psychopathology. Wondering what is to be done. What is to be done? Work magic. Be a mystic. M
Loving Your Fiend Me circa 1980, Ren Faire days Last weekend I had the pleasure of seeing Steeleye Span live in Chicago. I don’t go to many live musical events but this I couldn’t pass up. A trip into my past with my dear friend, Jean (heartfelt thanks), with whom I worked at the Ren Faire singing Steeleye Span songs circa 1980. Steeleye Span did not disappoint. Their music was phenomenal, still, and Maddy Prior’s voice was richer with her maturity. If you are not familia