She was always picking flowers... ~Edmund DuLac

"Step out into the world." She said, She said, "Step out into the world." She said. The miracle is in the air, just down the stairs, the miracle of living is there.

You scatter your footsteps and raise up the crickets, you crunch the frost beneath your slippers. "Step out into the world." she said, she said, "Step out into the world." She said. For what could be better than to slip out of the fetters of forgetting the world outside our door.

Every artist dips her brush in her own soul and paints her own nature into her pictures ~Beecher

Making something sweet...

Enjoy the light today, spread some where there is none...

The clip clops come in a whisper through the mists of a morning faerytale...

The horse knows that it has come full circle, it comes to carry beauty to the eye of the beholder. Who she is changes at every turn, but the faerytale is always the same.

A maiden resides in her abode of doubt, she hears the white horse coming through the pink mist of a new dawn, her dawn. She was told that she possessed all the potential she could dream,

all the sparkle of a newly faceted gem. She was told, but she just needed to believe in order for her dawn to glow and shine, for her to see her own beauty, hear her own music. The mists of doubt depart and she sees her true beauty. She has come into her own treasures.

She puts rings on her fingers and bells on her toes and she will have music wherever she goes. The prophecy has come full circle; those who told her are now those she tells of her treasured turns, turn of events.

Rena Askey, you were always destined to receive treasure for your art, my friend, may your days ring out in CELEBRATION!!! And my cousin, you have come full circle, for it does not seem that long ago that we made our first rings of Inspiration with beads and sparkle to represent our endeavors and hopes. Congratulations on all you have worked so hard to achieve. May your vision never tarnish...

This is an excerpt from one of my favorite books, Anam Cara by John O' Donohue:

"To the inferior eye, everyone else is greater. Others are more beautiful, brilliant, and gifted than you. The inferior eye is always looking away from its own treasures. It can never celebrate its own presence and potential. The inferior eye is blind to its secret beauty. The human eye was never designed to look up in a way that inflates the Other to superiority, not to look down, reducing the Other to inferiority. To look someone in the eye is a nice testament to truth, courage, and expectation. Each one stands on common, but different, ground.

To the loving eye, everything is real. This art of love is neither sentimental or naive. Such love is the greatest criterion of truth, celebration, and reality. Kathleen Raine, a Scottish poet, says that unless you see a thing in the light of love, you do not see it at all. Love is the light in which we see light.

Love is the light in which we see each thing in its true origin, nature, and destiny. If we could look at the world in a giving way, then the world would rise up before us full of invitation, possibility, and depth." (pp. 64-65)

See your possibility, erase the limits and a pink dawn awaits for you to begin your faerytale...

Blessings and light,

Amy

"There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it." ~ Edith Wharton

"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." ~ Albert Einstein

I know this world is full of the mystery, comfort, and miracles of growth, harvest, and rest and reflection. This is the time for a nest of comforts; this is the time of complete gratitude; a time to harvest all we sow; a time to give to strangers the sweets and bounties we all have no matter our standing in this world. We all have at least a smile to give, we all will always have that. This is the beginning of a New Year. I have so much to give and when I feel a bit depleted, I have faery friends who fill in the gaps like the weaving of the long beautiful corn dolly of Samhaim.

They represent the weave in a nest, they represent the DNA-like chain of the corn dolly, for where there are moments in everyone's faerytale where the harvest seems slim or lacking, these treasured people weave in and out to restore comfort and strength that I need. I feel grateful for the family and friends that come into my world and send me back the blessings I send to them. I feel grateful for those who just give their hearts even when not asked to. I feel grateful that even when I go to seek treasure, though I may not receive a coin, I get a true treasure in meeting someone kind and kindred like Sue today. I at times feel the tapestry of my tale on the wall is thinning and tired and then, lo, I have tea bags hanging on my doorstep from Molly, a beautiful Merry Halloween card from Rena, porchtime talk and friendship from Shelley, handmade roses from Laura in my mailbox, just because, and Glittery Magic acorns and art from faery friend Terri, just because. How does it happen?

The magic of living is in meeting it all with arms wide open like Jack O' lantern in the garden of life. To some it is scary embracing the good news and the bad, but, I have come to find that the scarecrow is really just asking for commaraderie, to let the raven enjoy the rest and conversation so much that it would never consider robbing it. I know these friends and family receive as much as they give, for that is the world of abundant thought, the world of all the happy endings, that are just truly happy beginnings.

Halloween, as I have said many times to friends, is the last true essence of the olde community commaraderie. I say this because at no other time do people open their doors to their whole village and without question, give out their abundance, the sweets that life has shown them throughout the year embracing the princesses and the ghouls with knowledge that both are necessary to see the balance of every happening, every perception. Every Harvest is the mix of growth and loss. It is time, to collect all you have learned, all the robes and masks we have donned and hunker down to rest and learn from all life has given to emerge with a stronger, sweeter weave. Our tapestry's tale gains with each reweaving and at times the wearing thin brings eventually the bright, fresh, new threads of healing and renewal.

I have blessings to send out to my friend, Mary, who will dance again in her heart. I have thanks to give to those mentioned above and to all the friendships I have harvested here and in my life and new ones everyday, Hi Sue! Blessings all and Happy Halloween! May it be filled with fun, light, and renewal for this blessed Celtic New Year! Here is just a little fun tidbit on the history of tomorrow's hallowed origins:

"Halloween comes down to us from the pre-Christian Celtic Festival of Samhaim, the last night of Autumn before the cold and bleakness of Winter. On this night, considered the Celtic New Year the Druids believed that the supernatural world drew closer to the physical world..." before going underground to renew for the Spring. (Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach)

Thank-you for the gifts from Laura DellaPorta at http://www.verbenanestedtreasures.blogspot.com/ and Terri Kahrs at http://www.pringlehill-terri.blogspot.com/

I usually don my beautiful gown and come see you all more often than I have of late, but we can't seem to shake all the colds...

Laundry is tumbling, sickness rumbling through my corridors, children mumbling sad, tired, words, for them, wishing I could do more... Haven't been keeping up with anything of late because four darling children are still coming down with bitty colds here and there...

So, all the Halloween fun I have been planning and the catching up for Natasha's party has been put on the fire like cold pease porriage, for tending my little faeries is my priority at all times, but, I have been in Cinderella mode (without the shoes) and collapse with much undone each night.

I will jump in my pumpkin carriage and ride to all of your magical places as soon as I can, so though I haven't been able to visit, know you are all in my hearts. Soon enough there will be healthy children, winetasting events not cancelled with my dear hubby and all will be well... sigh...

There are magical books flying around the world as you sit and ponder this sparkly life...

Kellie Reynolds, a dear spirit, is creating a sharing phenomenon called the Traveling Paper ART Doll Symposium and my pages above are complete and ready to send on to the next beautiful spirit whose heart is filled with magic, light and the artful way so that the magic will continue...

Blessings all and know you all have earned your wings as has the "doll" who helped this dear Elf who was stuck under the cloche!

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