A Day in the Life ~ The Faerie King
We sat together in tenderness whispering our desires to the oracle, you turned the cards over one by one and the Fay began to speak. ‘It’s the Garden that you seek is it? All well and good then, you must scribe your petition upon paper made from the mulberry tree and return once again to the sacred grove deep in the dunes. He’ll be waiting for you, it’s the King of the Faeries that you seek and his permission alone will assure a clear pathway to the garden's gate.’
Immediately we jumped into the car and drove back out to the sea and the faerie grove. On our way there we passed a very old antique store who’s hand painted sign, of what appeared to be the Green Man made us stop the car abruptly, intrigued by what we might find within. No sooner had we entered the musky smelling shop when I heard you shout ‘Look baby look! ‘. I wound my way through the narrow path of clustered antiques and found you holding a large bronze statue of Pan his gluttonous smile piercing through his floral beard.
Again we began to laugh hysterically, ‘He is with us! ‘. The man in the store appeared to go into a trance and sold us the piece for a mere ten euros. As we left the store a large black crow swooped down in front of us cawing loudly, ‘ don’t worry ‘ I said ‘ we are on our way, tell them we’re coming’ and with that he flew frantically up and away in the direction of the dunes.
Immediately we jumped into the car and drove back out to the sea and the faerie grove. On our way there we passed a very old antique store who’s hand painted sign, of what appeared to be the Green Man made us stop the car abruptly, intrigued by what we might find within. No sooner had we entered the musky smelling shop when I heard you shout ‘Look baby look! ‘. I wound my way through the narrow path of clustered antiques and found you holding a large bronze statue of Pan his gluttonous smile piercing through his floral beard.
Again we began to laugh hysterically, ‘He is with us! ‘. The man in the store appeared to go into a trance and sold us the piece for a mere ten euros. As we left the store a large black crow swooped down in front of us cawing loudly, ‘ don’t worry ‘ I said ‘ we are on our way, tell them we’re coming’ and with that he flew frantically up and away in the direction of the dunes.
Upon arriving at the coastline the atmosphere began to change, less playful, now more full of reverence. We had taken seven sweet coconut cakes to offer to Mother Ocean in thanks for previous prayers answered. No sooner had we sung to her and made our offerings than seven squawking seagulls swooped down from the heavens and gobbled them upon immediately. Our offerings obviously being accepted we marched off towards the dunes where beyond the sandy crown lay the sacred grove.
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Dragonflies danced the whole way before us their metallic colours glistened in the light of the now setting sun. It didn’t take long till we were back at the weathered entrance to the grove, the dunes dipping down into a copse of trees hidden from sight just ten steps earlier. The trees formed a natural shade and made our entrance all the more magical.
In this twilight place we quietly found a spot to sit and pray. The crows cawed and a warm perfumed breeze brushed our cheeks as poems were spoken revering the Old Ones. Then all became silent, as if all magic had left us and only our fragile humanity remained. Humbled by the stilling silence we began to gently weep, knowing our true place in things.
‘I love you my queen’
‘ I love you my king ‘
and together we pledged our promise.
No sooner had we shared these words than it seemed as if all life returned all green magical and dancing with the season. The near silent music of the Fay passing between us, we drew our hearts together, embraced and gave our love to the earth at our feet, to those that danced invisible around us and to him that seldomly speaks the King of the Fay !
In this twilight place we quietly found a spot to sit and pray. The crows cawed and a warm perfumed breeze brushed our cheeks as poems were spoken revering the Old Ones. Then all became silent, as if all magic had left us and only our fragile humanity remained. Humbled by the stilling silence we began to gently weep, knowing our true place in things.
‘I love you my queen’
‘ I love you my king ‘
and together we pledged our promise.
No sooner had we shared these words than it seemed as if all life returned all green magical and dancing with the season. The near silent music of the Fay passing between us, we drew our hearts together, embraced and gave our love to the earth at our feet, to those that danced invisible around us and to him that seldomly speaks the King of the Fay !
A Day in the Life blog series is based on true life events !
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