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www.faezine.com Vol. 4 Winter 2009

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Year of the Tiger

Libithina — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 19:00:00 -0000

Now for the year of 2010, whether tears or cheers at the close of nine ... putting behind or maybe rewind ... a new beginning or picking the threads of agile thoughts that remained unsaid.

Hidden Faery Tales

Desiree Isphording — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

Something about winter engenders the telling of stories and the singing of songs. As the leaves have fallen and the flow of the brooks is nearly frozen, the worlds within us respond with the blooming of ice flowers, and tales incubated in the heat of summer crack though their crystalline shells.

Invisible Friends

Tod Jones — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

Friendship is the foundation of reality. Everywhere friendship is absent, unreality, illusion and falsehood creep in.

Crystal Silence

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

Deep, dark, intense Winter is upon us. The Goddess of Winter reigns supreme. Her cycle of power enforces dormancy and a turning inward as darkness blankets the Earth and all things slow to a quiet, cold, crystalline crawl.

Tír na nÓg

RdeHywll — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

Tír na nÓg is the fabled island off the west coast of Ireland "The land of perpetual youth" where the Tuatha de Danann (the Sidhe) resided. It also was home to a few mortals who were carried there by the Sidhe such as the Celtic hero Oisín who loved the ban-sidhe (fairy woman) Niamh and lived on the island for what he perceived to be a year.

Queen Agrafina's Journal

Plotka Hildur — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

Dear readers, This is the first part of the Diary that Marianne and I found in the Whispering Library. I would like to repeat the warning about this Journal that I gave in the Autumn 09 issue of Faezine!

Atlantia. Part 2: The mermaid though the fire

Paul Kidby — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

The past weeks have been tempestuous and stormy with only rare glimpses of a bruised and watery sun. The seagulls have blown in from the coast in ragged flocks, riding the rain-lashed gales like phantoms.

Watching the Fairies Dance

Orchid Lament — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

Dear Diary, I made a friend. His name is Mathias Stark. He's a runaway; I met him while he was doing a crime. Very Exciting.

The Snowman Kit

Marianne Mathiasen — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

Once again I have been visiting Mother Bog at her cottage in the Mist. Last time I went there, I didn't know how risky it was for a human to travel into the Mist, so this time I had taken a few precautions to protect myself against the risk of ageing too fast.

Humbuggers and Yule Tiders

Kevin Buntin — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

'Tis the Season and all that... And I think this year perhaps more than any other year previous many of us may find it hard to find the joy that really should be flowing freely and profusely this time of year from one another to one another. Now perhaps more than ever we all need it!!

The eternal Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Judy Mastrangelo — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

When we were children, my twin brother and I often spent Christmas Eve at my Grandparent's home, in anticipation of the excitement of Christmas morning. They lived in a large old home, which seemed to creak and groan a lot to an imaginative youngster such as myself.

The Wisp of Your Whisper

Fleas — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

By the kiss of the wisp of your whisper I fly My heart as of wings for you lift me on high

A Gift of Fairy Tales

Ailynari — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

There is nothing I like better on a freezing winter night than curling up in a cozy chair near a crackling fire with a book in hand. All the better if it is a wonderfully illustrated book of fairy tales.

Christmas Rose: Hellebore Niger

Ali Clarke — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

The Christmas Rose is not a rose at all, or even related to the rose family of plants, but is a member of the ancient 'Helleborus genus'. The buds are pink in colour opening out to a beautiful 2-4 inch white bloom tinged with pink.

Noël

Alexandra Dawe — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:00:00 -0000

A while ago I finally completed something I've attempted to do several times over the years; a Christmas themed painting. I've started many, and to my shame, finished none. I'm very good at starting paintings!

Be - ing the editor

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

When gathering these articles through the winter months, I have been fascinated as to how this cyclical change in our weather, through the darkest time of year in the Northern Hemisphere, effects and interests our amazing columnists. Although we are all squirreled away in a more hibernating mood, I am deeply appreciative of them sharing such captivating thoughts, feelings and stories that enlighten and bring light.

Orbs

Suzanne Gyseman — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

When I first read some years ago in a magazine about mysterious Orbs showing in digital photographs, I have to confess that although intrigued I also felt skeptical.

The Haunting of Flight Feathers

Toni Cogdell — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

Only the sporadic sound of twigs underfoot suggests someone is there. If not for the slight swaying of a branch or the twisting of a leaf her presence would remain unannounced.

‘SILKA’ Chapter 3: THE SPRIGGANS

Paulina Cassidy — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

Poor Poog. One can really only laugh over the fact that he's been mistaken for a troll on many an occasion. This can only be due to his unkempt appearance, coupled with the low-pitched drivel he mumbles.

Memories of the North Coast

James Battersby — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

It is near the end of November and most days it is very cold. On the weekend I was down by PortBalintrae beach, which is a beach that lies between the Giant's Causeway on the East, and Dunluce castle just over the hill on the West.

Tales of Places I will never see

Isabella Baudelaire — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

How I love visiting places connected with myths and legends. But sometimes, stories connected with these places I will never visit can be so much more interesting.

And Where It All Began

Donna Lowden — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

Bailey and I were on another adventure today. We chose where, just this morning and off we set.

Star-Bound Lovers

Lisa Stock — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

Historically, it seems that the greatest lovers in literature had tragedy entwining their hearts: Romeo and Juliet, Anthony and Cleopatra, Arthur and Guinevere... But tragedy is not something that comes readily to mind when we think of Shakespeare's riotous couple of Titania and Oberon.

Return with Me - FAEZINE cover

Susan Schroder — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

It has been a year since I started on this journey with the Faezine family. The experience has been magical and inspirational to me. As an artist, working on Faezine has, I feel, brought my work to a new level.

The TURNED-INTO’S - Merrie's gift

Merrie Fae Tresses — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

"Are you sitting comfortably? Then we'll begin." I am including some of these utterly charming tales here in Merrie's column so all may share the magic whatever our ages...

In honour of Merrie Fae Tresses of the TrilliamTriadTradition MFT/TTT

Merrie Fae Tresses — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

Merrie Fae very kindly and enthusiastically supported our EF Faezine from the beginning, even though she bravely informed me that she probably wouldn't even see the first year of our magazine through. Her two columns: Faery Fields and Forests, & Bringing up Baby Fae were testament to her deep appreciation of the natural beauty and gifts Mother Nature continues to bestow upon us.

Say Again

Sleepy — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

So quiet is the winter night as snow falls on the ground. A fairy perched atop a branch so too makes not a sound.

Enchanted Erlina

Amanda Sissons — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:00:00 -0000

Daruma Doll Daydream

Misty Benson — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 23:00:00 -0000

Floating through a Japanese market in Seattle with my good friend and fellow artist Alexandria Sandlin, I stumbled upon the little red roly poly men.