On Being a Fairy Godmother
Fairy Child So Beautiful So Bright
World of Fae
My Fairy Goddaughter
This was written for my fairy goddaughter, she said it was okay to share it with all of you. She thought it was so important to have someone in your life who loved you unconditionally, besides your birth mother, who was always there because they saw YOU for YOU. And that relationship goes both ways; she is such a blessing to me. We've always shared this special relationship, and always will. For C., I love you.
I wished for you and you came to me…
As if from a dream -
My faery child - the mother and child bond
That neither time, life, nor death could change
The cycle of life goes on with us…
I remember the last time we were together in a lifetime,
You looked up at me with those questioning eyes, so young and fair
An old soul with understanding of ages past
Waiting to be rekindled, yearning to know again
The magic and secrets you once knew.
They cycle of life goes on, and on.
And now here you are, born again unto me.
My fairy child – seven years ago this Mid-Winter’s Eve,
We left the Great Forest when you were just fourteen
The light from your Spirit shone through the leaves
Of every branch and leaf in this wooded hollow,
Awakening all the souls who dwelt in the faery glen.
The wee folk and creatures that lived
Came from leagues away
Just to see if the story they had heard was true –
The stories of their lives and magic would come to life again
Through the intensity and bravery of the talented Star Child
Who understood how to live in the outside world
Yet keep her soul enchanted and untouched by the negativity
Despair and stress,
She could teach other children how to see the stars, how to breathe in
The sparkling air and see the fairies - how to touch the other world
Those mortals left behind so long ago.
My fairy child, dancing barefoot in the sand, the Indigo –
She is the link between all worlds – naturally - effortlessly
Together, we traveled down the ancient pathways
She came to me to show her the Goddess and explain
How she touched everything
She wanted to know about Spirit – about gods and men
Rules and philosophy and laws of nature vs. man
She questioned everything she observed, smiling each time she
Realized that often I didn’t tell her what to think, I wasn’t to be
Her authority, but her guide, just to show her how to look within
And then look without and the answers would come. She read many
Books, studied art, made and floated with beautiful music and learned
That no one would tell her the answers for the questions she asked, only
What they perceived as truth. She often asked me what I thought of it all…
We talked for hours about different philosophies, religions, and the origins
Myths, realities and where the lines blurred and what was history anyway?
She knew that the truth for everyone was only their truth. And she delighted
In finding her own truth – we searched endlessly and interviewed and
Were captivated by the people we met, but we studied and traveled and flew
To every far off place and never judged people – just gathered jewels of
Information and beliefs and ceremony and respect to go through later with our
Own soul’s oculus.
We traveled by air, glistening wings
To see her face in every living thing
We grew together, and learned together
As mother and daughter should
All the world it seemed stopped for us
We had the faery gifts of bending time,
And making magic with the wave of a hand,
With only a thought we were connected,
We needn’t even speak a word.
Goddess poured down her knowledge
With the rising of every moon
There never seemed to be enough time
But we thought we had forever.
My Faery Child
When the east wind blows too strong
When the south fire burns a little too hot
When the waves come at you too hard and too fast
And the chill of winter is a bit too cold
Come rest yourself here
In the arms of your Mother
Come gather your strength again
In the warmth of my love
For in the Garden of Faery
Where you where born
There is always a place for you to return
You, my love
Half woman, half child
Just on the edge of innocence
Seeking but knowing
Sometimes you know better than to ask
You’ve seen enough to know
The world has many facets
Yet you hold the hope it can all turn around
And you go forth every day
With the light and the love
From that faery garden from where you were born
Woman of Fey, one day you will lead us all
Woman of Fey, one day you will lead us all
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