Happy Summer Solstice Meditation


Can you feel it?  The pulsation of energy and expansion.  Summer is a time of unfurling and ripening, an outward – yang 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 – click 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 Faerie Nose – Fae On Friday

If a faerie made perfumes
How would she blend?

The Faerie Nose

If a faerie made perfumes
How would she blend?

Would she tincture the green of a violet stem
In dew from the tip of a fern of the deep,
Deep, dark  woods
So cool and fecund?

Yes, she should.

At midnight she'd enchant a single blossom of jasmine.
Coax out it's ethers with her giggling spells,
A puff and a whir,
A flash.

Yes, might as well.

She'd surely use cepes and oakmoss galore
All seamlessly earthy and rich.
Seductively luring their sacred aromas
Into small crystal vials of heterochromatic hues
With a wild-crafted dance of blush-worthy charm.

Yes, wouldn't you?

If a faerie made perfume
She'd capture the soul
(Without ravage or ill)
Of each plant, flower, and loam.
Her mind-bending nose
Bringing heart to the nectar
And bliss - solace sublime.

~ Doreen Stelton (the verdant faerie)


Missy sniffin’ out the stink – click to read here.


Fae on Friday – Dancing with the Song of Pan

I lit beeswax candles on my altar and anointed myself with a liberating work-in-progress perfume creation (including notes of narcotic, seductive Jasmine and Cepes -mushroom) and danced like a crazy girl.

IMG_3667If life is dancing
And dancing breathes

Pan moves the body
And thus we be!

~Doreen Stelton

Autumn has brought some losses, and blows, to myself and loved ones.  Nothing unexpected, and yet always unexpected, reminding me of the fragility of life.  And the need to live with passion and and round pointedness.

So last night I spontaneously heated some wine, in the method I enjoyed while in the magical city of my ancestors, Prague.  Cloves, cinnamon, and a little lemon.  (Note the sweet Mucha inspired cup which I purchased in Prague.)


While listening to music of my other ancestors, the Celts, (listen here).  A 3-hour remix of the highly dramatic Last Of The Mohicans soundtrack.  Let this music moooove you!

Then I lit beeswax candles on my altar and anointed myself with a liberating perfume work-in-progress creation  (highlighting notes of narcotic, seductive Jasmine and Cepes, or mushroom) and danced like a crazy girl.

I pretended like I know step dance, and Daniel Day Lewis.  I moved from clown to showgirl back to clown.  I aired my petticoats.  I rolled on the floor.  Hopping, spinning till short or breath…

Connecting with the body, the dance.  So cathartic.  Everything feels a bit more passionate and vibrant.

Can you also make some time?  Please please please  – To light some candles and connect.  Dance.

As for Missy, well she is having a rough time also, poor baby.  A bit itchy.  Wish she would dance.  We are on it though with some omega 3’s and a trip to the vet  and she’ll be better soon…

Here’s Missy in a sad mood…  She doesn’t like salmon dinner…


What music of Pan makes you dance, dear Reader?  What perfume liberates your dance?

Cute Dogs Smellin’ Icky Things And Jasmine

This is my dog Missy.  Cute.


This is her nose.  It gets stuck in a lot of unsavory places.


Missy loves to smell and smell and smell.  Snorting around and pawing at the dirt to get more of the stink up.  The stinkier the better.  Feces, dead things, pee.  Ya’ gotta keep an eye on her and gage her movements when she’s sniffin’.  What will she do?  Will she just sniff it?  Pee on it?  Eat it?  Roll in it?  All of the above? Maybe a combo. What is she seeking with all this sniffing?


Dogs have nearly 44 times more scent cells than humans.   Missy often carefully smells where she peed previously.  I think perhaps she is looking for information regarding her health.  Dogs can be trained to sniff out evidence of prostate cancer in human urine.  So maybe this.

Also definitely sniffing out some chow.  That’s usually the first thing.

Dogs can also smell fear apparently.  I guess they are scoping this out.

And probably a good time.  Dogs like to have a good time.

My last dog, Dodger, did not like most dogs.  She had ‘little dog complex’ and started a lot of fights.  But she did, however, fall tail over paws in love with Shadoobee, a big handsome gentlemen pooch.  Her ONLY love, and when she was a middle aged dog at that.  The first time she saw him she was already in love with him.  Jumping around and yipping in a most embarrassing fashion, like a teen girl at Beetles concert.  I think she had fallen in love with him via his pee scent BEFORE even meeting him.  Shadoobee’s human mom said he had this affect on all the ladies.

Back to Missy, sometimes it’s annoying to stop every couple of feet so she can sniff some peemail.  But, mostly I like to indulge her in her occupation.  The perfumer in me gets it.  Sniffing is satisfying.  However, her preference in scent I don’t really get.

Smellin’ butts for one thing.  Just not into it.

Although… wait…  maybe… In the world of  perfumery one the definable notes in scent is fecal.  That’s right.  Perfumers have a vast vocabulary of identifying aromas and one of them is fecal.  The scent of certain flowers has this fecal quality.  Yes, it is true.  Jasmine, for example.  And I LOVE jasmine.  Jasmine’s scent is a heady, narcotic, seductive, mix of floral and, yes, doo-doo.  The resulting combination is raw, beautiful, and dirty-sexy!


The esteemed natural perfumer and olfaction and flavor writer Mandy Aftel of Afetelier talks up jasmine far more poetically than me:

“Rich and warm, heavy and fruity, intensely floral, jasmine is almost narcotic in its ability to seize the senses and imagination.  Yet powerful as it is, jasmine refreshes rather than oppresses, possessing antidepressant as well as aphrodisiacal properties.

It is the intensely narcotic aura that strikes you most, though, inducing a sense of receptivity and surrender, almost of being ravished.  The feeling of intoxication derives from the fecal undertone that is the source of the yin-yang appeal of some of the most coveted perfumes.  The magic ingredient is indole, a major element in jasmine, as well as tuberose and orange flower, that is also found in human feces.  This odor of indole, reminiscent of decay, lends jasmine the putrid-sweet, sultry-intoxicating nuance that makes jasmine essences the same delicate aphrodisiac today as they were in the past.”

Ah, thanks for putting it just so, Mandy.  (By the way, this essay, Perfumed Obsession, was first published in the literary magazine, Tin House and can also be found in the fascinating book of essays about smell entitled The Smell Culture Reader edited by Jim Drobnick.)

So, if I love jasmine, maybe I do share Missy’s obsession?  Hmmmm.  I think not enough to do the circle dance.  In theory then.

And I just tried to get Missy to smell my bottle of precious natural jasmine concrete, and she turned her head with an injured look as if to say “Are you trying to poison me?”  This, from a dog who once found a pair of soiled underwear in the park, smelled them, and then immediately picked them up in her mouth, and ran willy-nilly with wild, gleeful abandon.  Icky, right?

Smell is a very personal thing.


Got any good dog sniffing stories?