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Have you ever wondered what it was like for Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, Spinning around in the middle of a tornado and then falling out of the sky? Opening that door and stepping into a strange, beautiful new world? It was just like that, one minute I was peeking through the opening in the ivy, and the next, I was spinning around in a thick white mist.

I came to rest with a thump up against a gigantic old oak tree that was surrounded with ferns and dark green moss. As the mist cleared, I could see orchids of purple, white and pink, and clumps of yellow daisy bushes. There was a stream a little farther down the hill that wandered back and forth, cascading over smooth stones that were surrounded here and there with lady’s mantle. It ended in a small, heart shaped pond.

How can all of this be on the other side of my ivy hedge? I got up and turned around to look back through the ivy, but it wasn’t there. I stood there for a long time while thoughts raced through my head. How am I going to get back, I wonder if there’s anything  scary in the bushes, can I eat those strawberries!? Ok , don’t panic. I looked back around. Sunshine, birds chirping in the trees, butterflies around the daisies, this doesn’t look like a scary place and it for sure doesn’t look like what frost faeries would call home. I had imagined snow and ice and stuff.

Now what do I do? I thought that I would just peek through the ivy and see lots of little faeries flying around doing faerie stuff. Just ahead of me, down a narrow path surrounded by trees and covered with periwinkle and wild strawberry, came the sound of a high flute. Just a few notes, then silence. The tune had a come follow me feel to it, so I did….

I guess Bill is going to have to get his own dinner tonight (weird what kind of thoughts go through your head when you have no idea what you’re doing!) I followed that tune down the path and out into a meadow. I had to shade my eyes because the sunlight was so bright in contrast to the deep shade under the canopy of trees that I just just come from.

The meadow was covered in tall, soft, golden grass, that waved in the light breeze. Once my eyes became adjusted to the bright light I could see that across the field of grass, seeming to grow right out of the middle of the meadow, was a huge palace made entirely of ice. I can’t help but wonder how an ice palace could even exist in a place this tropical. I felt like I was in the twilight zone.

The light, sweet notes of the flute sounded again, this time with  more urgency. I roused myself out of the daze that had come over me and I started making my way toward the palace. About half way, a faerie that was almost as tall as me stepped out of the grass right in front of me. Her wings were at least four feet wide and had a frosty sheen, she was dressed in a white robe that was tied at the waist with a golden rope. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought that she was an angel. She smiled and placed a wreath of Jasmine on my head. It was tied with white and pink streamers that hung half way down my back, then she handed me a small bowl of berries. “This is a gift for the queen….come, come,… follow me.”…..

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009.

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For those who would rather listen, you can find all of the audio post in one convenient place, just look under the tab "Faeries in word and song". These are arranged from earliest to most recent so that you will be caught up on all the adventures. Turn up your sound!

"Kind One?"
"Yes Arial..."
"You forgot something."
"I don't think so Arial, what are you talking about?"
"look at the bottom of the posts!"
"I still don't...wait a minute...oh of course! Thanks for bringing that to my attention, what ever would I do without you."

Arial wants me to point out that you can also listen to each post by playing the audio at the end of each posting.

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Fun Fairie Facts

You Know a Fairie is Present When...

You hear a whispering of leaves.
You see a whirlwind.
You feel a tingling sensation in your hair.
You have an unexplained loss of time.
You laugh uncontrollably, or feel exceptionally silly.
You see blades of grass bending when there
is no one around.

The Most Likely Place for Fairie Portals Are...

Lake shores
Glades in the forest
Where two roads intersect
Fences and border hedges (this is Arial's favorite)
Stairwells, hallways and landings
Tidal pools
Bends in a road


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I would like to give special thanks to Gail Schimmelpfennig for allowing me to put her wonderful poem "Seeking the Muse" on my site. You can read her poem in the fairy poetry section under "Fairies in Word and Song". Gail is Utah State Poetry Society's 2009 Poet of the Year, and I'm proud to say, a dear friend. You can find her on FaceBook where there is a group for the Utah poets.