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www.faezine.com Vol. 3 Autumn 2009

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 19:33:00 -0000

The Ghosts of Kilmartin and The Kings of Dunadd

Donna Lowden — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

The journey took us through the Trossachs, which is wild with an array of colour from burnt oranges, reds aglow with the morning sun, and golden yellows. The mountains, which surround us on the road, cocoon us on our journey separating us off from the noisy chaotic world. Here you can breathe clean fresh air that fills your soul and makes your heart sing. The journey is enough to heal you from your heavy burdens of life

Collaborating with Faeries

Ailynari — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

I realize there are many members of Enchanted Folk who have had personal experiences with the Fae. I also know there are quite a few of you who channel faeries through your art, music or writing. Now, I would not tell this story to just anybody, but I know you Believe.

Part Two - “The Almond Story”

Donny Ha Corsentino — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Once upon a time, a small nation was plunged into civil war, leaving its people poor, dying, desperate. To escape, hundreds and thousands of people fled the country, risking death for the promise of safety in the golden country, any country but Vietnam.

Beyond the Veil

Amanda Sissons — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

I have witnessed many such Tattoos in my years as a Tattoo Artist and it is always an honour and a privilege to be a part of something so deeply personal in a person's life. I have said before, much like the old saying "wearing your heart on your sleeve", Tattoos depict this visually, like lifting the veil to your soul.

The Origins of the Fae, Part 1: Danu and the Tuatha de’Danaan

RdeHywll — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

The farther back in time that we seek knowledge, at present, the less we actually have that says what was 'real' and what was the imaginative fancies of a storyteller. History becomes Legend, Legend becomes Myth, and all that we claim to 'know' is based on murky and incomplete reconstructions derived from scraps of parchment, papyrus, and chiseled stone markings that may or may not have been correctly translated.

They’re only weeds if you don’t want them

Alexandra Dawe — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Our garden has, for too long, been somewhat neglected. Not intentionally, it's a time thing, I'm sure many of you have the same problem!

Michaelmas Daisy: Aster Novi-belgii

Ali Clarke — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Genus: Aster: Novi-belgii Meaning: Farewell. So named because it bloomed around St Michaels day, a festival celebrated on 29th September. Although now a Christian festival it has it roots firmly in ancient Pagan practices.

Summer Stood Naked

Fleas — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Summer stood naked but for glimpse of my eye

Hansel and Gretel, A Fairy Tale Opera for Autumn

Judy Mastrangelo — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Autumn is one of my favorite Seasons. I am in touch with SPIRIT OF THE FOREST, who is the Guardian of her Realm. She protects the Creatures dwelling in her Sacred Tree Cathedrals, as they prepare for winter's cold. And she oversees the progressive color change of leaf foliage, culminating in brilliant hues.

Autumn days with midnight skies

Libithina — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Autumn days with midnight skies scurrying squirrels with nuts to hide Sun going down burns an amber glow as bonfire embers spark in shards

The Sisters of Fate

Lisa Stock — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

There is a painting by John William Waterhouse that shows the Fate who measures the thread of life tangled in the strand, looking tentative and uncertain, unwillingly bound by the thread. The Fates in trilogy keep close watch over Titania's journey, watching her make decisions that lead her toward them, and others that lead her away.

The Sleeping Giant Awakes

Kevin Buntin — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

The giant has just awakened from a century's long sleep and is moving from his resting place where he has become part of the landscape and geography. On his back are the trees and the shrubs that have grown there over the years along with the ruins of human habitations that have been built thereon long ago- castle-like structures and ruined edifices, all from a bygone era like the giant himself.

The Time of The Long Pipes Has Come!

Marianne Mathiasen — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Once again the year is turning! The wind is blowing form the north, and soon the nights will become bitterly cold here in Denmark. Aska the spirit of autumn will make sure the leaves will be decorated in red, yellow or brown colours, and in the mornings the frost will create lovely lace patterns on my windows, and I will light a candle to keep out the dark.

LADYBIRD and LORDBIRD BEETLES RULE!

Merrie Fae Tresses — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Did you hear about, or see the recent fantastic photo of a tree inundated with lady beetles? It seems this is not unusual. Ladybeetles hibernate.

Atlantia

Paul Kidby — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

The harvest sun is swelling the pumpkins in my veg patch and mysterious mushrooms dot the lawn in the damp mornings. A new season heralds a new project in my studio...

Excerpts from The Nidlongdir Post.

Plotka Hildur — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Is King Apple Strong having a love affair? Elodie, who is the owner of one of the fashion shops in Upper Branch Road Leafenheim, claims that she has seen King Apple Strong walking hand in hand with a dark lady in the Queen's Garden, outside Apple Hold Castle. A representative of the royal court obstinately denies the rumors!

The Hidden Tree

Plotka Hildur — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

I have some very exciting news! Marianne and I have discovered some hidden whispering leaves and books inside the Whispering Library, we spent two weeks during the summer reading under the trees there. The oak spirit, and caretaker of the library, even gave us two large moss pillows for the moss chairs so that we could spend the night reading by the moonlight.

I Left My Ghost in New Orleans

Paulina Cassidy — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

I miss the old haunted streets and buildings I know so well; I miss the true cajun people who are among the friendliest and most charming in the world; the voodoo; the Quarter's oldest ghost and vampire tour, the dark & rich New Orleans coffee smell wafting from Cafe du Monde, the jazz music on every street in the Vieux Carré.

Raven Call

Susan Schroder — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

When I have the opportunity to travel, I often go with my dear friend, Carla, whom I have known for over thirty years. It is always fun to travel with someone who has like interests and Carla is like a second sister to me. We both enjoy exploring off the beaten path finding places less people venture.

Life with the Bump

Louise Heyden — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Well, I am slightly larger than the last time I sat down and wrote for Faezine! Tummy was measuring 29cm at 28 weeks (am now at 30 weeks!) and we are due a midwife home visit in about a week or so. In a month's time we will have reached the safe zone of 34 weeks and will be able to discuss a home birth!

Exploring the Stone Circles of Cornwall

Louise Heyden — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

During our recent holiday to Cornwall, my partner and I were lucky enough to pay a visit to several of the incredible, ancient stone circles that are in abundance in this part of England. When thinking of the ancient standing stones, one immediately thinks of Stonehenge or those at Avebury. However, Cornwall has a plethora of ancient circles and megaliths that are well worth visiting in their own right.

Autumn Ramblings

Rachel Oakes — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

An elderly relation of mine has always said that you can judge how cold a Winter will be by the amount of berries that grow in the Autumn that comes before. "Nature looks after her children," he would say. "And offers plenty before the long dark days come. Look to the trees - the more berries you see, the harsher a Winter you should expect."

Whisperings from Eynhallow

Alicen Geddes-Ward — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Please excuse my absence from these enchanted pages for so long. You may find it hard to believe that I have only just found my writing desk and made a reasonably risk free pathway to it. Discovering my fountain pen and writing paper was a feat which involved gymnastic-like contortions suited to a fitter person than I. Such is the chaos of moving house!

Writer’s Block

Sleepy — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

The words will come all dreamers pray as they prepare to write. Out my window reigns the full moon on this last autumn night. Should I put to parchment things I've heard about this time of year? And ring louder now the whispered stories that fell soft within my ears.

The Lady of the Forest Fort & Conversations with Birds

Suzanne Gyseman — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Twilight deepens around me as I wander in the garden. A gentle breeze ruffles the leaves whispering lullabies. Fragrance wafts from the buddleias, a sweet warmth I can almost feel against my skin as I step between the bushes.

Cabaret, Carvings, Countryside Mills and Cars

The Gypsy Nomads — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

...some fodder for inspiration along our travels. During the autumn tour we headed up to Vermont to play in a Cabaret show in Montpelier at a coffeehouse called Langdon Street Café. It's a small venue with a lot of charm.

Deep in the Dark Woods

Michele Mendonca — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

"Within... not only myself but the earth. The hollow earth; hidden and arcane below my feet.  I tread the path of the sunset, receiving in my bosom the first light of the stars.

Finding Moonflowers Garden

Carolyn Gibson — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

Moonflowers Garden is home to my assortment of Ball Jointed Dolls. Moonflower was my first girl - it was love at first sight with her ! She is my Titania, founder and keeper of the garden; she holds the key that nurtures the enchantment of this beautiful place.

Dear Diary - Day 217

Orchid Lament — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

"Do you have any idea how much I wished when I was kid that I could hang out with Endora from Bewitched? Can you imagine the cool things she must have done when she wasn't tormenting Darren... Well I did."

Dark Faeries

Ian Daniels — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 13:00:00 -0000

I'm a creeper across this distant world, An echo upon the wind, That shiver running along your back -A work of my intangible hand.

The Gathering, The Unfolding….

Toni Cogdell — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 09:00:00 -0000

I hold my breath. There's a distant drumming echoing around the edge of my consciousness, unable to decipher whether it's my own heart or the beat of another place and time entirely I let it flow on regardless.

On the Trail of Cornish Faeries: Part 1

Louise Heyden — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 09:00:00 -0000

When thinking of Cornish faeries, the first thing that comes to mind is, of course, the Cornish Piskie. But there is much more to the realms of Cornish Faerie than that. Cornwall is a part of England steeped in myth and folklore, with deep Celtic and Pagan roots and a Faery Faith that is still very much alive today.

The Fae Way: Ladybird Children

Merrie Fae Tresses — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 09:00:00 -0000

The ladybird or ladybug, as it is called in the USA is fascinating to tiny children.

Autumn Magic

Susan Barchard — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 09:00:00 -0000

Autumn, a time for putting things to rest! Activity slows, and the harvest has been gathered. In the world of Faeries, many Fae return at this time to a higher plane to await Fair Earth's return - a new time of growth - once again next Spring.

Of Scoop Marks in the Lawn, Creatures of the Night & Dreams of the Machine

Suzanne Gyseman — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 09:00:00 -0000

It had been a busy summer in the garden at Blaeberry Glen. Work in the garden had kept the gnomes busy from dawn till dusk and sometimes In-between. 'In-between', in fact, is often the busiest time for the gnomes as that is when all sorts of wild creatures visit or pass by in their secret lives.

True Love

James Battersby — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 09:00:00 -0000

I saw a comment on YouTube that inspired this writing of mine. There's no such thing as true love. If there were, it would be a dream... For as long as there exists selfishness in the world it will always be a dream.

Lucid Living in the Desert

Dreamdeer — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 09:00:00 -0000

Now that the weather finally begins to cool, walks in the desert become feasible again. Mind you, a walk through the desert does not resemble an English country stroll. It entails an element of danger-ranging from annoying skin irritation to death--and this does wonders for the soul.

Dark Alchemy and Temperance

Ian Daniels — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 09:00:00 -0000

This wintertime of longing can offer us beautiful dark-gemmed treasure. It is a time for waiting, for hoping, for gathering and for dreaming deeper into ourselves. A time for expanding our roots and drawing up the nourishment from summers past - enriching us for the coming spring. A time for Alchemy.

The Fever Tree

Isabella Baudelaire — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 09:00:00 -0000

Through time I have learned stories can come from most unexpected sources. Of course most myths and legends I have collected and illustrated came from books, but then there are also those, which are told to me by the locals or sent to me through the mail. Some of these I find in newspapers, and then there are those which catch you by surprise...

Be – ing the editor

Be Montague — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 09:00:00 -0000

Living in the magic - Welcome to our Autumn issue of the Enchanted Folk Faezine, this special season seems to have inspired a wealth of wonderful articles. These treasures remind me of gazing up through the tree canopies of gloriously coloured leaves while they fall like gorgeous jewels at this remarkable time of year - a collection of creative thoughts, musings and reflections, all beautifully offered in their own unique way...

The Forest Floor

Dorothy Wallace — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 09:00:00 -0000

How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground