I also had a lovely little launch at a Women’s Healing Hour where three different healers told me there was a lot of energy around my 6th chakra and nose area. And this was before they knew I was the perfumer!
Stephan Harrod Buhner’s book, Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm, gently and with humor encourages us to become wild scientists, and undomesticated explorers of the Gaian world. We are not so separate from Gaia from and a plague on this earth, as we are often chastised as being. And by connecting and feeling and dreaming into the earth we can consciously open doors of perception and reconnect with nature as kindred beings.
If you are a lover of the arts and creativity, you will especially love this read. If you are a fan of *feeling* life, you will love this book. If you are a passionate meditator, and curious about perception, you too will love it. And plants? Dig it, you’ll love it.
While carefully packing up all by bottles and perfumery supplies. I thought, “Who does this and likes it?” It occurred to me, it is perhaps not the norm to give up a home and just start scooting around hither and thither with an 8 year old dog and more perfume supplies in a car trunk than clothing. Dreaming to be an faerie perfumer and to live in beauty and enchantment.
But it’s me. That’s who likes it. Me myself and I.
Meantime I contemplate. I dream. I invision. I feel.
I feel how I feel when I perfume. It connects me to self. Rose today, right now, how about that? Sandalwood and Fossilized Amber, tiny droplets escape air-born before the beaker captures. They flitter inside me – yes like a faerie – how do I feel? This perfume composition, Invisioning Roses, today it lingers on my wrist for 6 hours, transforming and enticing, langorous. Yesterday it zipped keenly through me elven, quicksilver. I feel how this feels. It brings me now.
And, oh yes, I am on the road, here also finding beauty and kind supportive souls, uber kind friends. This too brings me home to self. Finding self on this nomadic perfumed faerie journey.
And sometimes there’s fear and panic. Of course. But my mermaid self dives into the pool of emotions, and here, also, I am. I ground myself and I invision.
One day, maybe soon, I’ll settle down again. Linger with some Brownies (the types of faeries who protect and help with home and hearth). But for now I’m a free range faerie type. And it’s mostly beautiful, and all me.
My wild faerie dream…
I hope you have a wild faerie dream too, dear Reader. And that you find yourself Invisioning and outbeing that dream.
Here are some pics from my stay in Maryland!
Thank you for visiting here! May you find beauty and Enchantment.
Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With a comb of pearl, On a throne? -Alfred Lord Tennyson
Element of water – The place of feelings, intuition, clairvoyance, creativity. Perfect for the dreamy time between full and new moon. Following the ebb and flow of the patterns of life. A time for letting go of that which no longer serves you and dreaming up new new manifestations.
Mermaids are connected with love and the moon. How can you flow this weekend? Will you make a little time to go to a body of water? Wear some shells or pearls? Speak to the mermaids, spirits of the water, make a plan for exquisite love, (always and especially to the self), unbounded creativity, and deep connection to your inner rhythms and flow.
For a natural perfume, how about Mermaid’s Carnation created by Esscentual Alchemy? A scent combining flights of fancy with a free spirit, making anyone who wears it feel as enchanting as a mermaid.
Here’s Missy enjoying a wade (she doesn’t like to swim). Just wade.
I wonder what a mermaid smells like. Or what sort of sense of smell a mermaid has… Thoughts, dear Reader?
I am simply sharing photos from an inspiring day trip to the Bristol Renaissance Faire near Kenosha, Wisconsin. As you might guess it’s mostly a smorgasbord of faerie pics. Also indulged is my obsession for windows, balconies, and the place where roof meets sky. And oddities.
FAERIES PLAYING WITH CHILDREN…
MAGICAL WINDOWS AND STUFF
FAERIES ON BALCONY
FUTURE HOME POSSIBILITIES FOR US
LONG TIME FRIENDS
THE CURIOUSLY WONDERFUL LADY ETTIE AND HER ODD TEA SHANTY
Honestly – I could not get over the wonder of this place.
I wore Jessica Hannah’s Skive perfume. Leather, woodsy, sexy, and sweet dreamy.
The faire is a provocative haven plunked down in the woods. A wild imaginarium. A playscape. It’s healthy to cultivate a bit of wildness in your life so you can be free to play and create. I sincerely feel this heartbreak that more and more we are pressured (news, religion, government, society, and even education) to just be grateful for what we have, when we could have so much more. We can dream so much more.
Yes, gratitude is a wonderful practice to cultivate.
But be sure to let a part of your garden (in your soul) grow wild so that the faeries (and you) can work magic there. Grow a castle. A wild imaginarium.
We are what we pretend to be,
so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.