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The past few days the temperature has been on the warm side, hanging around the low forties during the day, so I have started sitting out on the back step to soak in some much appreciated sunshine. The south facing, and the fact that the house is brick, makes it a little warmer.

I was sitting with my eyes closed. This being Sunday, there wasn’t much going on so it was relatively quiet, there was the occasional chirp of a bird in the tree or a greeting from neighbor to neighbor down the street. Then, it went completely silent, almost as if a clear bowl had come down on top of me blocking out all sound. With a little apprehension, I opened my eyes.

You would think by now nothing that happened in my backyard would rattle me. I have dealt with all kinds of faerie mayhem, but on only one other occasion have I seen the faerie queen, Orlaith, herself. She has a way of appearing, all of a sudden, in a burst of sparkling white light, that I don’t think I’ll ever get used to, it takes your breath away.fairy

“Kind One…soon the time will come for my people to return to our home in the realm of ice and snow, but this promise I make: if you keep us alive in your thoughts, we will return again to your garden at the next frost. Kind One…yours is the rare garden that is filled with peace and love. This sustains us and fills our hearts with joy, it is this love of nature that attracts the Fae, and the careful attention that you show your garden has not gone unnoticed. You have the faerie touch. Watch for our sisters in the spring, at the time of the Vernal Equinox, when the crocus and snowdrops bloom.”

Then, she was gone, just that fast. Sounds came back and I had spots in front of my eyes from looking at her! When? When would they leave? I felt a little panicked, I loved to start the day by seeing the faeries out in the garden turning everything they touched to frost. I hadn’t thought that they would leave. Who are the sisters she mentioned? Just then, Sunny, Arial, Bella, Pip, and Ferne did a showy spiral entrance as they came through the opening in the ivy hedge. (show offs!)

They swarmed around me, darting in and out, lifting strands of my hair as if they were braiding it. These five are my favorites, out of all my faerie friends, these are the ones  that I first came to know and love. They continued their aerial maneuvers, then Ferne stopped, pulled the little flute out of her belt and started playing a lively tune. The other four dipped and swayed to the music and held out their arms, beckoning me to follow them.

I stood up and walked down the sidewalk and around the corner of the house to the driveway. From the top of the hill where we live we have a glorius view of the western valley, and the mountains on the other side. I stopped to take in the view and Arial settled on my shoulder. She was softly humming  the tune that Ferne was playing.

Bella and Pip hovered just in front of me, poking and playing with each other, as is most usually the case with those two. Sunny produced a wand and pointed it at the horizon, and waved it back and forth, then turned and  pointed it at me, then back toward the west, then toward the big tree a little way down the hill.

“What? I don’t understand what you want, you want me to do something?” Every one of them laughed, that high tinkling laugh that I know so well, and darted around pointing and gesturing toward the western sky. They formed a perfect arc in front of me so that the sparkling of their wings imitated a rainbow. “I still don’t know what your trying to show me!”

All five started doing cartwheels in the air, throwing glittering rays of color  in all directions as they worked their way back to the ivy hedge. Then Arial broke lose from the others and dashed back. She stopped by my ear, and in a soft low voice said…..just wait…two sundowns….

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

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"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."

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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
Islands
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
Thresholds

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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.