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Three days before Samhain, and my insomnia was growing worse every night, for a Blue Moon was getting fuller and fuller. Even the air felt super charged.  After hearing coyotes screech and howl last night, I decided to take a walk on the wooded path behind our house. This path (I later found out from an archeologist studying stone ruins in the area) was actually a corridor used by Native Americans and early Maine settlers to get down to a river stocked with salmon. I picked up some acorns idly and rattled them in my palm as I walked.  I don't know what I'd been looking for; my mind was on other things, but I got the shock of my life when straight in front of me, I spied a Wee Thing in a tangle of downed wood.  For at least three years now I'd been observing a rath of Wee Folk in and around our woods, but after all the books I could get my hands on, I knew exactly what this sidhe was and I was instantly chilled.  When the Witch Hare appears on a full moon and before the Veil thins between Their world and Ours, she is stronger, and more powerful than either the Sentinel or the Huntress in the rath. She is a shapeshifter, a pet of the witch, a devotee to the Snow Queen and can be either a rabbit or even an astral projection between matter and spirit. In any case, upon seeing her I began to shake, for I knew she could force me down to the fort to live for thousands of years, imprisoned.  I kept a careful distance and set down the acorns as a gift. I said: "I know you are both spirit and shadow. I know you can do me harm, so I wish to leave you alone. And tonight, I will lay some cake and wine in by the fire pit by our home for your rath."  A slight breeze ruffled her skirt fashioned from cattail fluff, but she made no move.  At last she turned around and descended back into that dark tangle of downed branches and disappeared.
This is another commissioned art piece, the fairy that shifts into part of the tree when a predator is near. She is like the octopus in how well she blends with her surroundings and exudes the magic of practical creativity.  Her bodice is made of birch, the symbol of white, meaning change. I hand-painted her colors of a tree I once found in western Maine, swirling with forest and spring greens and yellows. Her corsage is a bit of tree lichen that looks like mini trumpets.  Her skirt is made with different clumps of reindeer moss and adorned with a spidery Spanish moss.  I can custom make these for $25 and they are easy to ship anywhere in the U.S. Contact me if interested. 
I have a customer who wants a few customized fairies. Here's one I just made from the leaves of a Dragon Plant. This fairy is very old. In Greek mythology, these “dragon trees” were believed to have emerged from blood flowing upon the land from the slain hundred-headed dragon Ladon. (source: daily.jstor.org)  Her skirt is made with three different kinds of green mosses.   Stitched up the back with green thread.  Be very careful if you come across this fay. She is one of the Queen's keepers of rituals and magic and is integral in keeping the rath safe from enemies.  It was pretty good day in Fairfield. Here, on the drive over, some beautiful fall foliage.  My booth set up against the rusty trees outside with about 20 other vendors.  My Fairy Tree holds mini Wee Folk Dresses.  A cool display I found is perfect for hanging more of my literary dresses. Sculptures below that.  This sweet "Tea for One" shadowbox was sold to a good friend.  The drive home.  |
Tonic of the Woods
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