Happy Solstice

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The return of light, may yours sparkle and delight!

My sincerest wish that you shine your inner light on your dreams and your unique beauty.  Let the rest stay in the darkness…  Bring forth your beauty!

Here’s a free range faerie location update.  Missy and I have been in a little cottage in Michigan where we are staying for three months!  It is the longest we have stayed anywhere since last February.  We love it.

We go for long nearly daily walks in nearby Grand Mere State Park.  Exploring trails trekking up and down the sandy dunes on Lake Michigan’s waterfront.  Several varieties of Oaks and plenty of of deer and some foxes.  We’ve watched it changed from peak fall to deep winter. Beauty and quiet.  I feel full with it.

I’ve also been quite busy with seasonal markets in nearby Chicago, so haven’t been on here blogging quite as much.  It’s been great introducing folks to verdant faerie fragrances and reading the amazing Mermaid Oracle deck for them.

Here are some recent pics of our life…

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Shine on you crazy darlings!

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My Anam Cara Missy

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Today I was watching Missy sniff the air again.  I get jealous of her.  Her ability to sniff so intensely…

I took to the dunes to sniff and write.  Which I did do.  With some vials of perfume materials, I did Plein Air blending (on my wrist) then wrote a little story about these scents.  (I’m working on a piece about perfume as theatre).

But a lot of the time I just admired Missy enjoying the dunes…

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Randomly, I am reminded about John O’Donohue’s book, Anam Cara, and I pulled it out to share a quote with you, dear Reader.  A quote about Fragrance and Breath.

John O’Donohue was a Irish poet, author and priest and I strongly recommend his writings if you are not familiar.  His book  Anam Cara explores friendships, love, states of being, and what it is to be human.

Synchronistically he mentions the very thing I was marveling over.

From Anam Cara

“The sense of smell or fragrance is deft and immediate…  Animals, of course, work wonderfully with the sense of smell.  To take dogs for a walk is to realize how differently they experience a landscape.  They are glued to trails of scent and enjoy a complete adventure, tracing invisible smell pathways everywhere.  Each day we breathe 23,040 times; we have 5 million olfactory cells.  A sheepdog has 220 million such cells.  The sense of smell is so powerful in the animal world because it assists survival by alerting the animal to danger.  The sense of smell is vital to the sense of life.”

O’Donohue continues,

“..breath is sister of spirit.”

And then linking fragrance and breath to spirit.

“The sense of smell includes the sensuality of fragrance, but the dynamic of breathing also takes in the deep world of prayer and meditation, where through the rhythm of the breath you come down into your own primordial level of soul.  Through breath meditation, you begin to experience a place within you that is absolutely intimate with the divine ground.”

Isn’t that brilliant?

I have no real point to make here.  Just wanted to share.

Here’s a couple more blogs about Missy, fragrance, meditation, and self love, in case you missed them…

Cute Dogs Smellin’ Icky Things and Jasmine

Kauai Flower Meditation

And here’s a blatant invitation to experience my perfume!  (Hey a faerie’s gotta breath too!)

Anam Cara, Eau De Parfum

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Anam Cara from the Phantasmagoria Series

“If you perceive the entire universe as phantasmagoria an ineffable joy will arise in you”   ~Vajnanabhairava Tantra…first century A.D.

 

And Happy Friday!

 

New York Faerie Festival 2016, A Missy Friendly Affair

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.

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Missy strikes a pose in the Walk of Frame

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

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Downloading faerie tunes through his antlers
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Dancing to the beat of the troll drum jam
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Don’t you love a faerie queen who dances with her subjects?

 

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Troll limbo
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Steampunk hippie faerie jig

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

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We love everything about her
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The Faerie Court
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Glitterati Faeries
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Rainbow Gladheart
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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
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This little woodsprite moments before lavishing Missy with the pets.
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Faerie of the Never Ending Smile.
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Grandmother Tree graces the Queene’s throne in The Faerie’s Garden in the Queene’s absence and lends an ear to wonderments.
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Sacred Drum Master of Events, Ken from Eyeclopedes (for all your drumming needs) with a Powerful Elven Enchantress

 

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Perchance of the Goblin persuasion?
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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.
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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.
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Lisa’s Fae Finery Detail
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Oz-like…

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

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The Faerie Queene, Mistress of Ceremony – Round Table Productions
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Butterfly Gown Detail

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

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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.

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“Turkey in a tree”

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

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“Can we eat the goat?”
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“grrrh”

But the charm of the Trolls wins Missy over.

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Four Tusk
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One Tusk

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

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But wait,  Goblins!

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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.

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Gandersnitch the Goblin

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

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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.

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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.

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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!

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Missy and me
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View from our tent
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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…

 

 

 

 

Fae on Friday – Dancing with the Song of Pan

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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.)

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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…

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