Becoming Butterflies

We are becoming…

So excited to share this video I collaboratively created with my dear friend Victoria Petroff of Breath and Ground!

As Vickie notes, despite the content we are consistently exposed to, it is a magical and beautiful world. Our darkest moments present the brightest opportunities for our deepest transformation.

We hope you share in our humble love of nature’s gifts.

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Beyond The Veil – scent musings and longings

Sometimes a scent (always natural) like forest, or meadow flowers, will remind me of a time when I smelled those scents (scent memory) and dreamed a longing dream to be transported by the scent, which I know in my deepest knowing is an indication of Genius Loci, to a magickal realm. The familiarity of the scent reawakens and intensifies my longing. My heart starts beating faster. I’ve got rainbow toes dipping into that other realm. I can absolutely feel the veil thinning. I’m slipping in. Like a dream within a dream, or a scent within a scent, or a longing within a longing…

Does scent transport you?

As in… time travel… lucid dreams… astral journeys…. space travel…

The other night I thought I would lucid dream myself to Prague. (Since overseas travel is on pause.) Whilst there I’d also time travel to a long ago time in that Golden City. Let’s say Medieval period or before. And in this long ago time in the most magical of all cities I’d find a portal to an ancient Pagan Magickal Faerie Land where humans and faeries still mingle. The veil would fall away. There I’d marvel, dance, (not eat anything – NEVER eat anything in Faerieland), feel joy, sprout wings and who knows what else.

So I doused myself in my psychic travel perfume, Liminal, and gave it a go. Liminal is a Perfume in Oil I composed to wear at bedtime for dreaming, piercing the veil, or when I want to connect with Faerie. It is an ethereal yet earthy blend featuring Mugwort known for it’s link to faerie.

Photographer Unknown

For starters, I popped into the little medieval inn I visited more than a decade ago with my son and parents. It’s tucked to the right of the bridge in the picture above. You can just make out the roof tiles. Looking out the attic window we saw the statues looming on the bridge. An extraordinary and magical inn. The memory was so very bittersweet – we were all youngish and vital, my father was passionately researching our Czech heritage, my son just a playful lad, and my mom all laughter and care – that I wound up in tears (but they were sweet tears). And was back in my body lickety split with some wicked insomnia.

I’ll have to experiment with Prague again. Maybe I’ll wind up here where the breezes smell of creamy iris (orris) and pink roses.

Claude Monet

Olfaction is so often linked with memory. Scent memory can evoke recollections of a person, place, or time. Smell jasmine and think of your first lover, etc. An utterly endearing quality of our olfactory sense.

Yet, as a perfumer my inspiration for composing a fragrance is frequently a fantastical place I long to visit. Places not experienced on this side of the veil. Places of the imaginal. Some of these places are captured and now shared in a collective psyche in story form, for example, Tolkein’s Rivendell, and from Neil Gaiman’s, Stardust and the Faerie market outside the Village of Wall. What would these places smell like? Can we go there and experience, please? It’s as though if the scent exists, the place exists, and we can indeed visit.

The Faerie Market from Stardust, by Charles Vess
Rivendell from The Lord Of The Rings, By J. R. R. Tolkein

In The Brimstone Deceit, author Joshua Cutchin, explores the many accounts of supernatural scents and otherworldly odors. Stories of scents lingering in the air after Faerie or Sasquatch encounters, Blessed Virgin Mary and saint visions, and alien abductions. So, scent and “creatures.”

Then how about scent and Genius Loci? Genius Loci, is a deity or spirit of a place. It makes perfect scents (sorry, couldn’t resist) that the spirit of a place would have their “signature scent” just like Sasquatch (surfer, urine, skunk) or the Blessed Virgin Mary (roses, violets), right?

Daybreak by Maxfield Parish

(How would THIS ethereal place smell???)

And here’s where it gets complex and super fascinating for a scent geek and psychic travel enthusiast like me.

Sometimes a scent (always natural) like forest, or meadow flowers, will remind me of a time when I smelled those scents (scent memory) and dreamed a longing dream to be transported by the scent, which I know in my deepest knowing is an indication of Genius Loci, to a magickal realm. The familiarity of the scent reawakens and intensifies my longing. My heart starts beating faster. I’ve got rainbow toes dipping into that other realm. I can absolutely feel the veil thinning. I’m slipping in. Like a dream within a dream, or a scent within a scent, or a longing within a longing…

That’s when I hit the Imaginarium, sit down at the perfumer’s bench, and start blending.

Stay tuned for the ‘any second now’ launch of my Perfume in Oil line with transportive perfume compositions – Stardust, Sweet Rivendell, Liminal, and more. Some of the fragrances are from my shop with fresh new labels and bottles. Others have appeared only at live events in the past. And a few new ones are debuting! The fragrances are all natural and created with love and harbor the mysterious ability to evoke positive feelings and journeys into harmonic states of being.

Sweetie The Unicorn With The Yellow Faerie from The Maryland Faerie Festival, Photo by David Fimbres

From the Performance Piece, Slavas Snow Show
Daughters of the Night, by Lajos Gulacsy
From Le Moulin Jaune in France, Unknown Photographer

Thank you, Dear Reader for visiting!

I welcome your thoughts ūüôā

Why Imagination Is Your Superpower

(in defense of  faeries)
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.

(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 new imaginings.  Daring us to dream our dreams and intoxicate ourselves in crystalline brilliance no matter the chill on our fingers and nose.

So we hasten on.  After all, is this not what forest snow is for?  To lull and snap us to the feet of the magnificent Queen of the Winter Court.  To imagine and create.

Is it not the river of life?

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What of her, this Queen Mab?

Shakespeare provides us this, “she comes in shape no bigger than an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman.”


But is she really so petite? ¬†I’ll wager it’s an expression of endearment, like “Little John,” ¬†the ironic name given Robin Hood’s 7-foot tall warrior. ¬†Because Queen Mab, Queen of Winter, and of sleep and dreams, is massively powerful.

She is our SUPERPOWER.  She is your imagination.


How often have we heard the following?

“It’s just your imagination.”

“That’s just fantasy.”

“You’re just daydreaming again!”

“Just.” ¬†A single, insidious word making fantasy and imagination diminutive, rendering it powerless. ¬†Thus (and here is the true belittling of Queen Mab) we set aside living creatively. ¬† We set aside our power to create.

“Step in line! ¬†Beware the siren’s voice inside of you! Shove away those dreams you hold dear.”

But the seeds sleeping in the depths of winter, preparing to bust out a move in the spring, are like your dreams and imaginings.  And the Imaginal Realm is where you nurture those seed dreams.

And EVERYTHING comes from a dream, a feeling, a thought, and then an action.

Why do you think “they” try to steer us from it? ¬†(Yes, I’m a rebel.)


So as the light returns with the winter solstice and your dreams start to stir and bud, get yourself over to the Imaginal Realm and curtsy long and deep to the Queen.  The intoxicating Queen Mab, your superpower Рimagination.  For she is in YOU.  She is a part of YOU.  SHE IS YOU.


Deep Knowledge

But why am I telling you this?  You know it all already.  Enjoy!

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Happy Winter Solstice, Dear Reader!

Confessions of an Undine (Mermaid)

This tail is a prelude to the perfume, Undine.


Please let me explain. In my world under the waves, it is no ones place to forgive or judge. Merfolk simply feel and be. But now there is a bit of the human in me, through my lover, and from this human place inside of me, I offer this confession.

So, you see, under the waves there is always music. A continuous, wordless, soundpoem – not merely heard, no. The song of the seas resonates in your body. You feel the song reverberate ceaselessly in the halls and chambers of our iridescent palaces. It is a world of feeling, of emotion, and sensation. And there, in this song, you ‘know’ all manner of beings. Yes, there are fishes, octopi, and other water creatures. But also befriended are pearlescent orbs floating gently amongst quick whipping goldersnaps. We are all part of this song.

As a young undine I first visited the world of sun and air, and there, above the waves, for the first time, I smelled. Rank and fetid with salty seaweed and fresh breeze mingled with the subtle, sweet, aroma of blossoms. Momentarily, my throat choked and body racked in spasms for the intensity. In less than a moment I was seduced and overcome with its inherent pleasure. I wanted to devour the smells. Ever after, under the waves, I knew lust.


Forgive me for I did not mean to lure my human lover under the waves with me. It was this song emanating from my beingness, this ever-present melody of the depths. My lips, so, you see, they sing mellifluent without my knowledge or intention. I only wanted to visit the world of sun and air for the briefest of time. For a sniff. Or two. And so it was that he heard my song and could not resist. He became mine to know.

Forgive me for I also did not mean to love him so. It was the scent of the sea in his curly locks and his skin smelling sweetly of Jasmine and mint that drew me. The faint earthy, musky aromas lingering in places on his body (I blush to mention) from his time on solid land, when not a sailor, that bound me to him. I became insatiable.

Now as one, under the waves he basks in my song and I in his scent. For when I wrap him in my tail and pull at his hair, and we undulate in the waves, I can once again devour his scent and he my song.


I know, so many questions! How does he breathe down there? How long have we been under the waves in our union? And just how do undines make love, hmmmm?

Ah, but I have made my confessions and thus feel absolved. These are revelations for another time.



Dear Reader, can you imagine smelling for the very first time? ¬† ¬† Wouldn’t you fall in love too?

New York Faerie Festival 2016, A Missy Friendly Affair

When you look into the woods at night or dusk. And you can feel the mystery. The wonder of it. Alchemistic renderings of earth and spirit, your transcendence is a gossamer thread away…

From¬†the edge of the dance floor at the Masquerade Ball, Missy’s ears prick up, ¬†“It’s Missy! ¬†I know that dog! ¬†She’s a dog worth petting again!” ¬†Missy’s first visit to¬†the New York Faerie Festival, or any festival,¬†and she’s made friends with faeries, trolls, goblins & wizards within the realm of the fae.

Missy strikes a pose in the Walk of Frame


And what a festival! ¬†Abundant enchantment; music &¬†dancing all day…

Downloading faerie tunes through his antlers

Dancing to the beat of the troll drum jam

Don’t you love a faerie queen who dances with her subjects?


Troll limbo

Steampunk hippie faerie jig

Magical creatures of all varieties… ¬†(Missy’s new friends)

We love everything about her

The Faerie Court

Glitterati Faeries

Rainbow Gladheart

Mother Crane the poetry giving faerie.  My poem?  Tree House by Shel Silverstein

Tree House

A tree house, a free house.
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.

A street house, a neat house
Be sure and wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all-
Let's go live in a tree house.

~Shel Silverstein

This little woodsprite moments before lavishing Missy with the pets.

Faerie of the Never Ending Smile.

Grandmother Tree¬†graces the Queene’s throne in The Faerie’s Garden in the Queene’s¬†absence and¬†lends¬†an ear to wonderments.

Sacred Drum Master of Events, Ken from Eyeclopedes (for all your drumming needs) with a Powerful Elven Enchantress


Perchance of the Goblin persuasion?

An odd creature who trades and sells an even odder assortment of thing-a-ma-bobs. ¬†I ask him, can I take his picture? ¬†His curt reply “Can I take the color of your eyes?” ¬†Considering my answer carefully (faeries can be dangerous) I notice we have the same eye color. ¬†I tell him so and we look into each others eyes for an unusually¬†odd and long¬†moment.

Gregarious juggler Trinket (Lisa) of Tinket’s Costume and Sundry. ¬†Lisa can help you create a costume out of recycles, vintage, and whatnots! ¬†Really helpful, especially if you are just starting out.

Lisa’s Fae Finery Detail


Missy is particularly enchanted with the joust and horses, ‘scuse me, unicorns.

The Faerie Queene, Mistress of Ceremony – Round Table Productions

Butterfly Gown Detail

When not getting petted, Missy let me visit some of the many lovely vendors. ¬†Just a sampling…




Do you know this feeling?

When you look into the woods at night or dusk.  And you can feel the mystery.  The wonder of it.

What.  Is.  Going.  On.  In.  There?

Magnetized towards the pulsation of the¬†ancient virtues. ¬†Heart quickening. ¬†You know something is going on in there! ¬†Alchemistic renderings of earth and spirit, your transcendence is a gossamer thread away…

It’s on the other side of the Troll’s Bridge (no duh), the Faerie Habitat. ¬†An enchanted sphere of the Festival grounds. ¬†Dryads, Mermaids, Faeries… ¬†Charm spinning and spirit gifting…

Linger in the Habitat to connect and transcend.

But first you must get past the trolls. ¬†And, be warned. ¬†There is a troll toll. ¬†They demand, in the¬†friendliest of ways, ¬†“shinys” (really anything that is shiny), or a joke, or you may choose to get¬†mud tattooed.

“Turkey in a tree”


Missy is not so sure of the trolls.  Mayhap because they refer to her as a goat.

“Can we eat the goat?”


But the charm of the Trolls wins Missy over.

Four Tusk

One Tusk

In the end Missy passes in to the Faerie Habitat.  Her mysterious encounters there will remain mysteriously hers.


But wait,  Goblins!


Goblin Mistress

Gandersnitch the Goblin is a revelation. ¬†Despite the assurance that he is a reformed Goblin, poetic and wise, I’m¬†wary. ¬†But he turns out to be a kindly inspiration.

Gandersnitch the Goblin

Gandersnitch¬†is indeed poetic and wise. ¬†I’m reading and loving his perfectly inappropriately refreshing and highly entertaining book now.

Inscribed “Be quick, be clever, be wild.” ¬†It’s on Amazon, who knew? ¬†To get it, click here.

He also has a lovely card game and takes confessions.




Gandersnitch hypnotizing Missy.

As for me, the festival was my sublime medicine.  I am sincerely grateful.  Thank you.

Surrounded by the singing of the spirit of the wild self, I am mended.  Thank you.  I soak up kindness,  wildness, and joy from the festival creatures.  Thank you.  The dear souls near my tent who chat with me and help me set up and dance with me at the ball.  Thank you.  The sparkling eyes and filthy-glittered dancing bodies.  Prose and laughter spilling from mouths like honeyed nectar.  And the collective feeling that life is indeed something to be lived and played with.  The outward reflection that we are all of us beautiful and magical.  Thank you.

It brings me back to myself.  Ah yes, hello to my beautiful, magical me.  So nice to glow you again.

Thank you, New York Faerie Festival.


Some general info about the festival.

The New York Faerie Festival is a three-day affair just completing it’s 7th year. ¬† It is out in the boonies of New York, tucked in a valley near a river. ¬†Parts of the Festival grounds are in shady¬†woods, and parts bright sun.

Primitive (Port-O-Let) but happy camping is available on the premises. Two yummy dinners are included, with options for meat eaters and vegetarians.  There is a simple breakfast hosted at the local firehouse for a small fee/donation.   There are some other campgrounds and motels nearby.

There is so much going on at this festival!   I barely touched on it here.  Fantastic music and performances on multiple stages, outstanding vendors, jousting, tons of street characters who interact with the festival goers, some food trucks, and little spaces throughout the grounds to hang out and play or dream. The Masquerade Ball on Saturday night is not to be missed!

Wear a costume.

Bring cash, always appreciated and it was hard to get a signal to use the Square reader.

Also, read the email communications you receive from the Festival carefully, for if you camp there are specific arrival times.

Hope to see you there in 2017!

Missy and me

View from our tent

View from our car


If you want more festival blogs, I  have several.  Here they be:

Maryland Faerie Festival, 2016

Maryland Faerie Festival, 2015

Bristol Renaissance Faire, 2015

…In Memoriam ~ Margaret ~ Brightest Blessings…





Happy Summer Solstice Meditation


Can you feel it?  The pulsation of energy and expansion.  Summer is a time of unfurling and ripening, an outward Рyang season.   A genial time for delighting in the company of others and for self-expression.

Lime Blossom

victorian ladies gone fae!  This reminds me of a circus contortion blog Рclick here to read it!

unicorn mug!

To connect with this genial and expansive energy, find some time to honor your connection with the sun and the start of summer.  Be quietly with yourself and wildly with others.  Or wildly with yourself and quietly with others!

Summer Solstice has become quite the holiday, as in days of yore, so most of us are aware it is the official kick-off of summer. ¬†It’s also a day when the veil between the faerie and mortal world is thin and contact can be made. ¬†Hence for me, reading the faerie cards is a must…


I also like to leave gifts for the fae; ¬†nuts, cheese, honey, whiskey… ¬†They flutter about and absorb the essences.


Meditation and Faerie journeys are wonderful to get into the faerie summer spirit.

Here’s a¬†faerie journey/meditation…

To start, you may like to use¬†scent and aromas. ¬†Jasmine is a beautiful transportive scent. ¬†I’ll be using my DuskBlossom Perfume.

DuskBlossom Eau de Parfum can be found here.

And I’ve been playing with essential oil of Mugwort lately. ¬†Honestly, it does not smell so yummy, but is reportedly great for accessing the faerie and astral worlds. ¬†You may use these by applying to wrists and hands or temples. ¬†If you are pregnant you should avoid Mugwort.


Next, take a moment to center yourself and breathe deeply.  Close your eyes.  Feel yourself connected to the earth and simply feel your body from within.  Try not to judge, just let yourself be and observe.

In your mind’s eye, picture yourself in a sunny meadow filled with flowers. ¬†The sun is high in the sky. ¬†As you are enjoying the warmth of the sun¬†you see at the edge of the meadow a white deer, stag, or unicorn.


Slowly approach it and see if it is friendly towards you. ¬†Perhaps it will let you gently stroke it’s neck. ¬†Perhaps it will let you climb up on it’s back.

If it does not seem like a good choice to climb up.  Just enjoy your visit, thank the creature, and go back to your meadow and sit and feel the effects of the visit.

If you are able to do be on the back of the creature.  Let it take you for a ride.  Observe what you see and feel.

When the ride is complete, go back to your flowery meadow.


Contemplate what was revealed to you.

Here’s where we use the sun. ¬†Allow the bright brilliant light of the sun to illuminate anything you felt, saw, or thought. ¬†You do not even need to understand intellectually. ¬†Just let it be filled with sunlight.

Enjoy this sensation.

When you feel complete, stretch and yawn, allow yourself to awaken,refreshed and energized by the sun.

Finally, pet your dog, even though she has barked throughout your meditation and stepped all over your faerie card spread.



Happy Summer!  Blessed Solstice!

The Heart Journey Gnome – Maryland Faerie Festival – 2016

The wee faerie houses themselves seemed to whisper, “open the door, open your heart, open to mystery, magic, the fae arts.”



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 Gnome

But who could sleep with all this ruckus?  And the music, sometimes eerie sometimes tribal, always magic.

Delicate Gnome Village of Seaglass

It was at the drum circle that the Faerie Festival Queen announced that a gnome was missing.

Let The Wild Rumpus Start!

Despite the late night, at dawn Lulu is up and  Unicorn-led.  Onwards through a sparkle chandelier lit crystal curtain to a village of wee fae homes inhabited by kindly faeries.  Going where???  In search of what???  The stolen Gnome???

Sweet Stardust the Unicorn and his yellow fae, Rawbin.

Pixie the Faerie Goat

Chandelier of the Seelie Court

Enter the Faire

The wee faerie houses themselves seemed to whisper, ¬†“open the door, open your heart, open to mystery, magic, the fae arts.”



New Gnomes For Sale

Faerie Houses for Wee Folk by talented Rena Damskey

Yet the voices of these two rang most clear (in a singsongy pixie way.)

“Seek ye the tree.”

“To the tree with thee.”

Darling Mother and Daughter Gnomes Holly and Shirley

Some fae folk clapped their hands and pointed with staffs. ¬†“This way and that.”

But with all the delightful distractions, staying on course, of course, which course?, is there even a course? as tricksy as a faerie path.

Dinosaur Rides? Yes, Please!

Spark the Fairy

Spark Creates Faerie Hair!

Magical Sundries!

Honey Cat Jewelry Ladies

Tempting Faerie Jewels by Honey Cat!

Yoga Yurts

And Psychiatric Help?  Why Ever Not!

Other more mysterious messages came from ever more mysterious fae folk.

Mischievous Tricksters…


Creatures¬†of the Unseelie (Dark) Court…


And Shane with the Kind Eyes of Mythical Designs by Miscellaneous Oddiments.

There were gnomes everywhere. ¬†Near trees…



In trees…


Wearing trees…


And gnomes that claimed to just be “Thinking of trees…”


But it was Wedji TuCheeks the Goblin who led to the purchase of a hat.


Wedji TuCheeks the Goblin.

And the brilliant musicians that sold her the flute that truly set Lulu’s course

David of the House of Musical Traditions

Faerie on the Psalter


Eyes closed, ya’ know, Lulu wears her hat and plays the flute. ¬†Magical notes play. ¬†The melody¬†like rivulets streaming sing. ¬†Stardust the Unicorn hears and heeds¬†the calling thus whisks¬†her to a flowery meadow. ¬†Sliding off his¬†back she encounters the tree. ¬†Now so small she opens the wee tree door and slips in and down the very roots of the tree where her special gnomies wait for her in a crystal hall. ¬†Vessels of sweet ambrosia and faerie cakes await (but she knows better than to eat any faerie food, ya’ know). ¬†The fireplace crackles with delight. ¬†The gnomes¬†whisper strange words that both sooth and astound. ¬†And Lulu just knows, ya’ know, just knows to sit and soak it all in…

The Maryland Faerie Festival is an annual weekend long event.  I highly recommend this Festival!  Here is a blog I wrote about the Festival last year when I was quite new to blogging РMaryland Faerie Festival 2015

Thank you so much, dear reader, for experiencing this blog.  Will you attend any festivals this year?

Bright Beltane Greetings!

Today, on Beltane, I send you wishes for virility, fertility, and joy in the pulse of spring and life. May all your seeds blossom and find glorious expression on this verdant earth!


Happy May Day!

Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green,
And sweet as Flora.  Take no care
For jewels for your gown or hair :
Fear not ; the leaves will strew
Gems in abundance upon you
~Robert Herrick, “Corinna’s Going A-Maying”

Today, on Beltane, I send you wishes for virility, fertility, and joy in the pulse of spring and life.  May all your seeds blossom and find glorious expression on this verdant earth!

Beltane or Celtic May Day begins at moonrise on May eve.  Bonfires were lit, and hand-fastings (pagan marriages) were traditionally made.  Fertility was celebrated by dancing round the Maypole, a phallus symbol representing the male God.  The colorful  ribbons and flowers on the Maypole symbolize the Goddess.  Hence the Maypole dance is a sensual celebration of the union of Goddess and God.  Parties could get pretty wild.

By Pieter the Elder Brueghel, the Elder, 1590

It is also a time when Fae presence is near to mortals.  Falling asleep under a Hawthorn on May eve will result in  the faeries whisking you away.  I should like to try this!  Robin Goodfellow is often associated with May Day.  Half man and half goat he was noted for his mischievous pranks AND the seduction of mortal maidens.

Would you party with this man?

He looks pretty safe…

Green is the color of spring, fertility, and healing. Here is a little magic, earth-centered meditation you can do:

If you have an inspiring natural scent, put some on!  I like the verdant faerie perfume DuskBlossom for this meditation.

Sit or lie quietly.  Take some deep breaths and check in with your physical body and note how it feels.  Just observe.  Then take a few more deep breaths and allow any tension to dissolve.

If you are not out in nature imagine in your mind’s eye, that you are in a beautiful meadow. ¬†Feel the pulse of the earth, hear the birds singing, note lovely, earthy smells.

Then let your breathing slow.  As you inhale imagine/feel the verdant energy of the earth and breath in its green energy and color.  As you exhale, breathe out gold.  You are an alchemist!  Take several more breaths like this.  Then move on and imagine green energy absorbing into every cell in your body and the bubble of space around you, your aura.  Again, as you exhale, gold emits from every cell and your aura.

Linger like this as long as you please.  When you are finished, thank the earth and open yours eyes.  Stretch.

Tonight I’ll wear some DuskBlossom and do a Beltane¬†card reading…

Available in my Etsy store! ¬†Just saying…

How about that sexy goddess blade?

However you celebrate this May Day – I wish you vibrant, verdant, sensual, raw, wild, powerful energies!

Faerie aerialists on Forget-Me-Nots

Lilacs in bloom

faerie in flight

Happy May Day

baby faerie flies!



The Etsy store is open

It feels like my perfume creations are little faeries that grew up and are out making their way in this world, sprinkling enchantment and wonder wherever they flitter!

Please visit the shop at:

verdantfaerie on Etsy

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!

Here are some pics from the event.


Botanical perfume will save the world!

On Becoming

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.

Invisioning Roses……. Eau de Parfum

On Becoming

A Nose, A Fae, A Free Ranger

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.

There’s no knowing how this¬†story will end.

Yet, I have managed to finish my course of study at the Natural Perfumery Institute 


and I’m¬†getting my beloved enchanted verdant faerie perfumes out there. ¬†The verdant faerie Etsy store launches Monday and I’m exhibiting on Sunday, April 24th in Chicago at InVision. ¬† Woohoo!

Click here for information on the event.

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 Рyes like a faerie Рhow 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!

Faerie Mist

Secret to the BEST ¬†manhattan, shhh…

Lunch in Annapolis

Morning Walk


Smell Great – Name Unknown

Breathless, Literally

Lulu’s Free Range Faerie


Wondering if I should tincture this….


Wall Flower  (Shrinking Violet, TeeHee)

Touristy pic¬†of the state capital, but there’s flowers!

Thank you for visiting here!  May you find beauty and Enchantment.