Why Imagination Is Your Superpower

(in defense of  faeries)

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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.

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We seek the Winter Faerie Queene, Queen Mab, my Fae companion and I.

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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?

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.”

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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.

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.)

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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 – imagination.  For she is in YOU.  She is a part of YOU.  SHE IS YOU.

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Deep Knowledge

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

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Happy Winter Solstice, Dear Reader!

The Heart Journey Gnome – Maryland Faerie Festival – 2016

 

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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.

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New Gnome

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

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Delicate Gnome Village of Seaglass

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

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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???

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Sweet Stardust the Unicorn and his yellow fae, Rawbin.
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Pixie the Faerie Goat
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Chandelier of the Seelie Court
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Enter the Faire

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

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New Gnomes For Sale
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Faerie Houses for Wee Folk by talented Rena Damskey

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

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“Seek ye the tree.”
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“To the tree with thee.”
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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.

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Dinosaur Rides? Yes, Please!
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Spark the Fairy
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Spark Creates Faerie Hair!
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Magical Sundries!
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Honey Cat Jewelry Ladies
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Tempting Faerie Jewels by Honey Cat!
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Yoga Yurts
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And Psychiatric Help?  Why Ever Not!

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

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Mischievous Tricksters…
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Greenmen…
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Creatures of the Unseelie (Dark) Court…

 

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

There were gnomes everywhere.  Near trees…

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In trees…

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Wearing trees…

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

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

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Wedji TuCheeks the Goblin.

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

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David of the House of Musical Traditions
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Faerie on the Psalter

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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 – Maryland Faerie Festival 2015

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

Free Range Faerie Telepathic Blog

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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

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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 course, Missy.

(no wifi, which was kinda nice.)

 

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Maya Riviera

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Of surf and sunshine with my dear mom and some little plastic faeries.  Where I realized relaxing is different than just being calm.

No Missy.  😦

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Mexico City
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 I’m sure you loved my pictorial blog about the oodles and oodles of jaw-dropping art and architecture in Mexico City.  A whirlwind tour with my parents and their company, Mexi-Mayan travel.  Mexico City and its surrounding area  is chock full of treasures!

(Too busy for wifi – surprisingly nice!)

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Chicago

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And didn’t you just devour the Chicago blogs? Highlighting more art and architecture.

But most importantly the blog written from my south-side Beverly, artist garret celebrating the completion of my course of study at the Natural Perfumery Institute.  Hooray!

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Finishing two perfumes… Dusk Blossom and Invisioning Roses

(And becoming most shamefully addicted to Game of Thrones… no blogging, urp.)

 

Go Fund Me

AND then the blog announcing the crowd sourcing campaign to raise money for the verdant faerie scent salon start-up!

The world really is full of wonder and kindness and support.  It took me a good 6 months to a year to have the guts to come out and ask for this help.

You know that demon that shouts repeatedly, “NO, YOU ARE NOT DESERVING!!!”  The beastly voice that keeps you from creating and sharing your gifts…  That ogre, claws embedded in my shoulder, mouth hot in my inner ear.  But I kept dreaming and invisioning.  Walking in woods for inspiration.  Yoga for peace and aerial silks for strength.  Visiting faerie realms while drowning the horrid voice in Bulgarian rose absolute.  Enchanting the monster with Sandalwood and tiny dancing plastic glow-in-the-dark faeries.  Washing clean in Lavender and Neroli.

And finally when I was ready, support was there!  And I am grateful and humbled and joyful…  (And still accepting donations.)

Go Fund Me Verdant Faerie

Maryland Now

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 Here I am surrounded by Lulu’s faeries, loved ones, cherry blossoms, Missy and the verdant faerie perfumery.

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Elegant 5 ml bottles for precious perfumes, and dried rose petals, just because….The rest of my supplies will arrive soon, and I will have a thrill of a lifetime blending my perfume formulas.

The official launch date is April 24th at a live event at Invision, in Chicago and with an Etsy store.

It will be a simple start regarding labels and that sort of thing.  But I feel confident in the magical perfume blends and in the quality of the ingredients I will use.

More soon about the opening!  (NOT telepathic.)

Non-Telepathic Blogs

Well, I still hope to write those blogs, and lots more, in case we are not telepathically linked.  And still on the move.  But I am totally open to a rendezvous in the faerie realm as an alternate to blogs or telepathic communication.  Just lemme know.

Dear Reader!  Thank you for visiting!

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Free Range Missy

Full Faerie Feelin’ – Fae on Friday

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To fill with pleasure
So it overflows the soul
Is 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.  Meditate this.  

Let yourself fill with all the beauty and love and golden light you can.  This.  Fill until it lights your heart, spills out of you into your aura, till it touches everyone one you know, and those you don’t, expanding out to fill rooms and buildings and cities and wilds and countries…  That…

And the fullness and expansion, this, is to express gratitude.   And gratitude is not a tame feeling of some external “should” foisted on you by a chiding authority.  It is raw, soul-awakening, hugely powerful, expansive beauty.  And though it may sound trite, it’s  what the world needs.

So indulge, don’t let yourself be robbed by fear and guilt…  

For me beautiful sights and colors and loved ones and art and perfume and yoga, and circus and music and and and…  They feed my soul.  What fills yours, dear Reader?  I urge you to find and indulge.  Feed yourself this soul light and thus the world.

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Thank You, I am grateful to you, dearest Reader, for reading this blog!

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TBT and Magical Steeleye Span

Loving Your Fiend

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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.

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Their music was phenomenal, still, and Maddy Prior’s voice was richer with her maturity.  If you are not familiar with Steeleye Span, they play old English and Irish folk songs done in a modern way.  Some of the songs are cheerful but many are dark and deep.  Like the old fairy tales.  The venue was packed with passionate fans.

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In a song intro, one of those dark ones, Maddy Prior referenced Jung.  Wow!  Who does that?  But I think this is a major part of why I was so drawn to them as a teen, and why they are so powerful today.  The songs and stories are intensely evocative, rich, sometimes dark and transformational. Magical…  I’ve always been drawn to the magical side, dark and light.  Even as a teen, those dreamy, powerful days, between childhood and adulthood, I was a somewhat odd child and young woman (you can see it, I think, in the photo above.)  Before life’s bumps sadly taught me to shut-off some of those magical avenues.

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Later they played King Henry.  Listen to the song with lyrics here.  (I like this version because the lyrics are posted.)  A song about a fiendish beast-witch from hell who appears in King Henry’s hall with ghastly demands.  King Henry chivalrously obliges each horrific, bloody request, even taking her to his bed and finally marrying her.  In the morning she is revealed as a beautiful lady.  His chivalry, love, and willingness transforms her.  Despite its dark side, the song IS humerous!

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I am drawn to this song for its expressiveness and musicality  (ripping, rough, fiendish guitar with Maddy’s haunting back-ups.) but also for its magical transformational theme.  It’s about accepting and even loving our own deepest fiendish self.  The fiend representing the beastly part of Henry is separated out, when he welcomes her in there is wholeness, unity (marriage) and beauty.

In part the power of faerie and folktales, and these songs, is that you don’t even need to intellectually understand the transformational symbolism.  The stories just resonate and do their magic.

By the way, if you love this sort of thing you will love Myth and Moor.  The website of Terri Windling.  She writes of folk and faerie tales and life.  On Mondays she features music.

And what else?  Jean and I got to DANCE WITH MADDY PRIOR!

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