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Arial has been after me for days to write down my impressions of the celebration of Midsummer in the faerie realm. It isn’t that I have forgotten dancing with the faeries in wild abandon, after all, I have faeries coming and going through the ivy hedge all the time. No, it isn’t that I have forgotten, I just don’t know where to begin.

Arial poked me again. “Begin at the beginning.” She spiraled around my head, tracing intricate patterns in the air with the tips of her fingers. How frustrating it is to try and write with faerie wings buzzing in my ears! “Arial, you sound like something out of Alice in Wonderland, begin at the beginning. You know very well that it’s the “beginning” that I am having a problem with.” She did a mid-air cartwheel, as she passed in front of my nose, I blew on her wings making her bobble.

I want to stop here to tell you that, yes, I did find Arial (she was waiting for me  on the grassy slope leading up to the  firefly meadow, silhouetted against the sun as it hung on the horizon), and yes, Odette came with me to the celebration. She rode with a fire faerie on a particularly stout dragonfly. When the entire court landed at the bottom of the path, the plump dragonfly that had been transporting Odette wobbled off into the tall grass where it proceeded to flop down and stretch out  its tired wings. I could swear I heard a loud, heavy sigh of relief coming from its general direction.

Arial giggled at my teasing. “You know, I met Alice’s white rabbit once,white rabbit 2 very congenial little fellow. The flower beds are nice enough, but I didn’t really care for the caterpillar.” I gave her a a skeptical glance. “You really want me to believe that Alice was a real girl, and that Wonderland exists?” As I think about it now, that was a dumb question. Arial twirled around, making her skirts flare out. She raised one eyebrow and gave me one of her famous quirky smiles. “Do you really want people to believe there are faeries in your backyard?” Like I said, dumb question.

“Point well taken, but I do think that we are way off the point now. The question on the table is, what was the beginning. And something else… should I tell everyone what happened when Orlaith found out that you had a hand in sending me off into the faerie nevernever?” With all due respect Jim Butcher, but that is a wonderful word! Arial frowned and kicked her toe against the side of my keyboard then paced back and forth in front of the monitor, thinking hard.

“No, I don’t think we have to include that.” She scratched her head. “I think you should start when you arrived at the meadow, you know, when the sun was going down. Oh! and you can put something in about how wonderful it was to see me again!” I hunched over and looked at her sternly (I went cross eyed, but it made my position very clear). “I’ll just bet you’d like that.” She nodded vigorously. I pinched my lower lip. “No, I think I’ll start with waking up on the chase lounge in the backyard. After all, it did seem like a dream.”

“When I think about the times I’ve been to the palace, the troll, the time when I changed into a cat, and getting mail delivered via sail cloth, and everything else that has happened since seeing my little faeries.” Arial feigned surprise, I ignored her and went on. “Midsummer was definitely something dreams are made of, not that that is a bad thing mind you, but something that will take a little explaining.”

I looked at the clock that hangs on the wall to the side of my computer. “It’s almost five o’clock and I have to give the dogs their dinner.” Arial looked at me suspiciously. “Oh, I promise that I will let everyone know the details tomorrow, hey, you can stay and share the dogs dinner!”

Arial jumped up from where she had been sitting on my camera and shot out of the room. The last thing I heard as she headed for the ivy hedge was…”eeeeuww!” I do love it when I get the last word with a faerie.

© 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.