“There is a saying in Sweden that “the
elves are dancing in the mist,” a result of their ethereal beauty and grace.
More often portrayed as female, elves were said to inhabit the meadows and
forests of Scandinavia, where they were sometimes portrayed as tiny fairies,
transparent spirits or almost human. Despite their portrayal in movies as
eternally good and just, in Scandinavian folklore, they could be either good or
wicked. Some elves were said to bewitch hapless humans and steal their life
force, whilst others were characters in tales of forbidden love.” –
Joanna, What Lies Beyond
a little breeze – a sparkly light
pink dawn pulled back – by flickers of sparkle
a glimpse of movement – from corner of eye
a flower moving – without sweet breeze
a Precious moved - from whence it was placed
I’ve known you there – amidst the bloomings
I feel your presence – though I cannot see
-
cd
I reverence Mother Earth and her blossoms and
magic. I am of Celtic/ Nordic
Stock. I have a wish for fairies, but I
have happened upon the most interesting little tiny hummingbirds and tiny
hummingbird moths and can certainly see how that sudden appearance, could be
attributed to such. I know little things
get moved, yes. I have seen flickering
in the peripheral vision. I have seen
sparkles where there was none upon examination.
Perhaps they are there. Perhaps!
I know of Cree ‘little people’, who may be a tribe of
fairy folk, as applied by English interpretations, who are those tricksters
that move my stuff from where I put it, not old age, indeed. Of course, it is wonderful to believe in
Majik!
Perhaps is a string of DNA that allows me to consider
such, as my Paternal grandparents came from Norway, and further back,
Sweden. Perhaps it is why I am drawn to
ancient Goddesses, to animals, to the moon, the sea and the stars. There is a sacredness to my connection.
I have a granddaughter that I recognized as ‘fey’ as
soon as I met her after she was born.
She is otherworldly in her look and actions. I knew she was autistic as I have had
training in such and, although my son fought it tooth and nail, testing showed
she was functioning autistic. She has
the most ephemeral look to her. She is
laughing and quick and sparkly all the time unless she has a meltdown, but that
is not often. She can slip into her own
happy place at the first note of “Frozen”, in fact, when her daddy, my youngest
son, and his beautiful wife got married, the DJ put on the Frozen song and she
got out, alone, on the dance floor and did the whole dance as if on stage and
she the main dancer. It was unearthly
beautiful, her in her beautiful wedding attire, and it was mesmerizing to watch
her do her self-taught ballet on her stage.
She is the one looking out into the forest she had been in whispering to
the trees and flowers. She is the oldest
of the blended family of 7 children (last three were spontaneous triplets and
there were 7 under the age of 7). She would not speak at all until she was 3
turning 4, so, while I was there for a month, helping her mother, I knew how to
teach her to speak. We would go outside,
where she always wanted to be and found comfort from, and we watched birds
flying from tree to tree. She studied
them in such a focused way and I repeated “Birds fly! Within half an hour she pointed and spoke
those two words and from there, by the end of the month, she had asked for more
words and we played that game twice a day.
Once she started, she did not stop using complete sentences. She is painfully shy and does not deal with
emotions in a way that most children would.
Being around her is soul-food.
The sparkle in her eyes is stunning.
The last photo shows her leaf art that won a city prize. See that sparkle? She is super intelligent (of course, you must
be to have the autism spectrum) and she adores her grandma as much as grandma
adores her. I recognize and honor the
Fey in her.
Do you believe in The Fey?
©Carol Desjarlais 7.1.20
