Category : IMO (In My Opinion)

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Fae of Winter 14I have had a lifelong fascination with fairies, the wee folk, the fae and the simply magical.

That love for the magic in life is the reason I first started this website.

But, the human in me soon gave up on that idea because I thought (mistakenly) that there really wasn’t a big audience for the magical fairies of my youth and imagination.

I was wrong, so wrong.

So I’m going back to that root, back to the magic and the imagination that fueled my love for the fae and all things magical.

Because my writings here in the past meant something to me for that time in my life – I will leave them here as a reminder to me, at least, to not give up on what’s important – to dream and to take flight through magical belief in the… what if’s.

It is my hope that you believe too and will find enjoyment here at Fae Serena.  also known these days as

Faeries In My Garden…. and faery tales on my bookshelves

Because I love faery stories so much, I’ve decided to combine two of my loves:  Faery Gardening & Faery Fiction (novels).  It may seem to be a strange combination – but it works for me and I think it will work for others.  Because if you enjoy one hobby, I think you’d enjoy the other, too.

So, here at Faeries In My Garden you will find reviews of fantastic fairy gardening books and supplies, information about making your own fairy garden and then you’ll find fiction in the form of reviews of Fae novels or the re-telling of classic fairy tales in a more modern world.

Sound like a fun combination?  Then I certainly hope you enjoy your time here.

candyCaneTreeTen days before Christmas, year after year my birthday comes around.

Oh, I don’t mind the passage of the years – so much.  With time comes wisdom, right?

There comes a time when we begin questioning how we spent our lives – was it enough, or is there… more?  That is what I’m doing in the wee, small hours of this birthday morning.  Thinking, wondering.  Is there more?

I suppose, in the end – that choice is mine to make.

 

image: Morguefile

faery plants

When did we lose our child-like wonderment?

Where did the simple belief in imagination go to?

Why do we have to stop being curious just because our age number has risen to the double digits?

Who says there can’t be wee faeries living beneath those mushroom umbrellas over there?

Just because I am what most consider a “grown-up” — why can’t I still in my child like heart believe in faeries, and unicorns, and all the myths and stories of make believe?  If I can’t believe in possibilities — then I hope I never, ever truly grow up.

Do You Ever…?

  1. lay back on the warm grass, watching the clouds and find the pictures within them?
  2. look up at the star filled night sky and stare in awe at the lights twinkling in the darkness – and wonder if anyone is looking our way?
  3. see a fairy ring on your front lawn and just for a moment smile and wonder if the wee ones are near by?
  4. shiver in the darkness for no good reason and for a second catch sight of ‘something’ out of the corner of your eye?
  5. wonder with curiosity at the myths and legends of the past and think to yourself  “what if”?

If you could read over this list and give a quiet, private smile at any of the suggestions, then I welcome you to the home of  Fae Serena – with a wee pinch of faery dust – for I have done those things as well.

Holding On To Child-Like Wonder

I don’t really understand why we must put aside our childhood amazement at the world around us.  Do you?

Oh, I don’t mean that as adults we should live in a constant Peter Pan state of mind!

But that we should try to keep some of that wonderment of our youth within us throughout our lives.  If we could be successful at that, I believe we would be a land of much better adjusted grown-ups than we currently show ourselves to be.

 Once Upon A Time…

…when I first discovered the Internet and all of the wonders it contained within that small “magic box”  🙂  — I discovered something called Web Competitions.  Decades ago these were wonderful places where anyone with a website could join in and meet people who shared interests through their various websites… and have a friendly ‘competition’ on who had the most popular site.

Those days are long past, but it did give me the chance to see that there were other people who still were curious about the myths and legends of the past… or the imagination, depending on their opinion.

A Return to Curiosity

So, I’ve decided to return to the sharing of those long past days.  Oh, no – this is by no means a new web competition site.  But it is a return visit to the myths and legends that I (and perhaps you) grew up with.

Have you ever wondered “What if…”?  Then join me on an on-going adventure back to the freedom of childhood and the belief that just about anything is possible.

Will you believe?  The comments are open for your thoughts.

 

On this eleventh anniversary of the attacks on September 11, 2001 – I remember.

So much has changed in all of our lives since that horrific day.  Life does indeed eventually go on.  But the memories of that day live on in thoughts, memories and lives forever changed.

Like most of my fellow Americans, I will pause and recall in vivid details the events of September 11th – for a moment the anger, fear, disbelief and mourning will be fresh in my mind and my heart.  I will cry ( I do when I remember this day at other times, why should today be any different ).

I will marvel at mankind’s ability to become instant heroes without a moment’s hesitation – I will be once again disgusted by mankind’s ability to see the life of those who do not share one’s beliefs as insignificant and easily destroyed for their ’cause’.

I will remember the sound of silent skies.  For the only time in my lifetime where there was not the background noise of jets traveling freely across the skies above me… I will recall the awe at the silence and the fear of what that sudden quietness meant.

I remember the skyline of New York City as it was that day .. and remember the skyline that will never be again.

There aren’t really word to describe the memories, the sights, the sounds, the emotions of that day — I do not think there will ever be words for that kind of sorrow and pain.

But as I promised on that day – and every day since – I will never forget.

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