We are happy that you have come. Arial and her friends have been waiting to show you their world. It's a world of magic where things are not always what they seem. Please, come in a stay awhile, there are a lot of things to see here and they are ever changing. So do come back often, we will be waiting through the ivy hedge.


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Even with all the tumult of recent weeks, Arial keeps her faerie traditions. Faeries, like the rest of the nature’s children love their celebrations. Tonight they will gather together in circles to celebrate the Spring Equinox, or as they refer to it, Ostara. Arial has been flitting back and forth, very busy with all the final preparations. It’s going to be a perfect spring evening.

Arial was directing and helping the other faeries place bright yellow daffodils and  purple crocus all around the yard. She stopped her frantic preparations to answer my unspoken question, “Tonight, we celebrate the greening of the earth, the balance of light and dark, and renewal.”

“Is there anything I can do Arial?” Looking around the yard, I noticed that it was taking on the appearance of a huge Easter basket. Three faeries came swooping through the opening in the ivy hedge, their arms filled with brightly colored eggs, and started hiding them under ivy leaves and behind flower pots. As soon as the eggs touched the ground, they started to glow. I watched as other faeries busied themselves by touching tree branches and stones with their wands, causing them to shine and sparkle.

“If you don’t mind, Kind One,  I will place you in charge of refreshments. We will be needing milk, bread, honey, oh, and berries.” Having been given a job for tonight’s festivities I jumped up and started for the back door.

I knew immediately what to do. Opening the cabinet door in the kitchen, I found several small crystal bowls that would be perfect for the bread and berries. Then I went to my china hutch and got out two small gravy boats to use as vessels for the milk and honey.

I was humming to myself when Arial popped in, sending a shower of pastel colored sparkles cascading down over the small crystal bowls. She circled around them, her eyes glowing. “These are beautiful! Your instincts for the preparation of faerie festivities are a uncanny Kind One! Queen Orlaith would be well pleased.”

“Arial, could you tell me how the Easter egg came to be associated with a rabbit?” Arial gave me a bright smile and went to perch on top of the microwave. She fluffed her petticoats around her knees and cleared her throat like she was preparing to sing. She knew that she had my undivided attention.

“Well, In the time of our ancestors, eggs were only available in the spring, when the hens started to lay again after the long dark nights of winter so the egg  became the universal symbol of prosperity and rebirth.”

Arial Folder her legs under her, readjusted herself and continued.”The story of the Easter Bunny goes like this. The Goddess of spring was Eostre. All of the woodland animals loved her for the warmth and light she spread on the land every spring and would come out into the meadows and forests to play and feast on the new green vegetation that would start to grow under Eostre warmth.

One of Eostre’s devotees was a small hare that wanted to give her a gift but didn’t know what he could give that would be of any value. Then one day he came across an egg while foraging for food. Oh! how very prized is an egg, the little hare wanted so badly to eat it, it had been so long since he had eaten anything but dry grasses. Just as he was preparing to bite into the egg, the little hare thought that this egg would be the perfect give for Eostre, but she could have eggs any time she wanted, she was the creator, the embodiment of life itself. No he couldn’t give her just any egg. The hare thought about how he could make his egg different. He decided that he would decorate it.

The little hare painted it with the hues of the spring woods and drew symbols of shells on it. When he felt that it he couldn’t make the egg any more beautiful, he presented it to Eostre. Eostre was so pleased by the hare’s sacrifice to her, and by the beautiful way in which he had decorated it, that she wanted everyone, especially the children, who themselves are symbols of new life, to enjoy theses eggs which represented her bounty. Since that Ostara day long ago, the descendants of that little hare have taken up the task of delivering decorated eggs to the world’s children at spring. They are called Eostre’s Bunnies, or, more commonly, the Easter Bunny.”

I sat, enthralled by Arial’s story, and when it ended I shook myself out of the trance the story had put me in. “Arial, that was charming! Thank you so much for sharing it with me.” Arial beamed and pointed behind me. Along the edge of the kitchen counter sat all twelve members of the emerald guard with their chins in their hands and dreamy, far-off looks in their eyes.

“Orlaith tells that story during our celebration every Ostara, now the tradition falls to me.” The faeries came slowly back, one by one,  from their daydreams of  long forgotten ceremonies with their ancestors fresh in their minds. All of a sudden, there was a flurry of sparkling, jewel colored light.

“Our sisters from the east have arrived!”…

How will the celebration go? Do we have to worry about Mrs. Shunner? What did Arial mean when she said, “Our sisters from the east are here” ? Continue to follow us as we have more adventures in this world, and the world through the ivy hedge.

© 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.