Of Course I believe

On this rainy spring morning I can imagine little fairies cozened up in their homes with feet up on pin cushions, settled in, covered with downy quilts.  Tea steaming in little cups, staying dry, and dreaming of the sun.10402625_10152537140487873_6572578903383870791_n

May Day

beltaneAs a child, our Mother helped us to craft small construction paper baskets, to fill with wild violets.  We would take these, early in the morning, and hang them on the door knobs of our friends houses.   She also baked coconut macaroons, just then, for that day.

I loved these traditions, and now, understand the offerings, the macaroons for blessings, the flowers to represent spring moving into summer.

We sort of have forgotten this day, as we have many things that I remember from child hood.

Well, here is my basket of flowers for you!  Happy Beltane, one and all!  Blessings on you!flowersfor may

Celebrate Earth Day!!!

mary 3


Happy First Calendar Day of Spring!!!

225-water-street-storeIt has been a while since I could say Happy Spring.  Yes, I know, Beginning Saturday it will be cold again, but Hey!  It is Spring!

I will be celebrating Spring with Ms. Mara this Saturday at 225 Water Street!  Hope to see you there!  Many items to browse and maybe you can have your palm read!!!

Oh those Irish!

Happiest Day to you all!  It is not yet calendar Spring, and yes, tomorrow it will snow.  I however always believe that today. St Patty’s Day is my start to Spring.  Whatever comes, snow or sleet, I can feel Springtime in my soul!st-patricks-day-vintage-graphicsfairy003

Trains in the distance

train_plum_blossomsAs a small child I spent time with my Grandmother Schumacher in the summer.  Nights I slept on the couch, next to her dining room window, and listened to the train  whistle blowing as the train headed through Marengo.  I dreamed of  where the train could take me, the mystery of adventures I would enjoy.

Now what seems like a century later, near our house, across the road and past the swamp is a railroad track.  The sound comes through our open windows in the summer evening,; drifts across on the cold air, like wisps of ghostly sighs, in the winter.  The glory of it’s song wakes me in the evening, and I lay awake wondering where it is heading, who else is hearing its music.

During the day, I can see the train passing, cars heaped with coal, tankers with oil, corn syrup, flat cars holding massive equipment, and trailer cars with names like Evergreen, Pacific, Burlington,Hanji.  The train for all of it’s fundamental use is a magical mystery for me.  Graffiti adorns the sides of it’s cars, art from place and people unknown.

At times, the train stops on the tracks across the road, across that swamp, and its brakes chime a large sweet chime.  The first time I heard this, I thought perhaps fairy had broken through the veil, bringing song.

I am happy trains exist, transporting life.




The lines of your palm

mmpalms  Time for your palm to be read?  I am booking parties for the spring (or even late winter).

Valentine parties, Spring parties, garden parties, bachelorette parties, water parties, birthday parties, just a party.  I love them all. fairy in boat

I enjoy the energy of a group of like-minded people who come together to celebrate; the energy, the joy, and the love all create a fantastic venue for me to read.

life is never hidden

life is never hidden

If you are planning a party of your own contact me.  I would love to read for you.


Old Woman’s Day…A Children’s Story

Old Woman peacefully lives along the shores of deep, deep lake in deep, deep woods in a snug cabin, never alone.  She is surrounded by the animals of the woods, and the birds of the sky, and the plants of the ground.  Old Woman is at peace.

In the morning, Old Woman wakes, and walks down the path from her cozy cabin to the woods.

As she walks, she gives thanks for the beauty surrounding her, and the loveliness of the day.

Her friend Doe gracefully walks onto the path in front of Old Woman, and raises her white ears in greeting.

“Good Morning Doe,” says Old Woman. “Are your sweet children hiding in the trees? I saw some Juniper berries near the path by the cabin; take your fawns to them.” Doe magically disappears into the forest, her

long white tail flickering like a candle behind her.

Little Wren sings down her greeting from a sumac bush, “Wren, here is some cornbread for you, take some home for your babies.” Old Woman lays the crumbs on the ground and smiles to see Wren hopping about them.

Home again heads Old Woman, back to her cabin clearing and her vegetable patch. Old Woman works all the rest of the day, tending her garden, storing food, and gathering wood for her winter fires. While she works, she sings thanksgiving to Grandmother Earth and Grandfather Sun, thanking them for providing all the food, warmth and friends Old Woman needs.

Her song goes like this;

“Ahhhh thank you for the light, thank you for the day. Thank you for the earth to plant my seeds.  Thank you for the creatures of the woods, keep them safe, thank you Grandmother, thank you Grandfather”

As Evening time begins to darken the sky, Old Woman puts away her tools and prepares her supper. As she eats, she watches Grandfather Sun slowly begin to yawn near the Western Horizon. She stands and raises her arms in good-night farewell, “Grandfather Sun, its late now, go to sleep.” ”Goodnight!” Grandfather Sun smiles and shimmers himself all the way down behind the Western shore, leaving waves of warm pinks and gold behind him.

Then Old Woman looks toward Sister Moon, calling, “Sister Moon, Sister Moon, come show your pretty face and light the sky for my friends Owl and Bat, so that they may hunt and play.”Sister Moon pours her light down over Grandmother Earth, turning the lake and forest a soft pale green.

Old Woman stands for a while and watches her brother and sister stars twinkle on their lights. “Good night.” Old Woman whispers.

Old Woman goes into her cabin to sleep and dream.

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