Fairy Guides
Let me take you on a trail,
I will take you to meet your Fairy Guides.
Bring your chocolate and your sweets,
Bring some shiny and sparkly things.
They love their ale, but leave that home for now, lets just ease into this first time meeting.
We will sing songs and speak in poem.
Remember to thank them while giving them their treats.
Don’t ask them for any favors, just yet,
It is a delicate thing, to meet your Fairy Guides, you can’t give them all the things and then get right to your first request.
First you must win their favor.
Show them love, and gratitude.
Let them know you think they are clever.
Trust me, you’ll want to do this if you want to win them over.
The Fae are a special type of being.
They will create a mess if you don’t have good intentions.
Chocolates, honey, sweet and shiny things, that is the way to these magical beings.
Gratitude, songs, love and patience,
These are the ways to the hearts of your Fairy Guides.
Leave the treats at the base of a tree.
Then bring more the next day, trusting that they will see.
A little bit of kindness and a whole lot of love,
That is the way to your fairy guides.
Once your in, keep them happy and safe, by being kind to all the living things.
Fairies know, they see and hear, all of who you are and what you do.
Keep them happy and they will bring you all the love and good fortune of your hearts deepest desires.
-M.
Sitting on the Edge
I was sitting on the edge of the wall of life.
One side was light.
The other side, dark.
The front edge was foggy, and it was the most inviting side of all.
Looking into the unknown, not sure which direction to choose. Feeling this pull, drawn to fall back into memories that make me feel the darkness might be my fate.
The light is so pure and so overwhelming. It gave me warmth and love, yet seemed to expect so much from me.
Oh the fog… cool, creamy and unknowing of what could come. No expectations, only what is coming from my mind.
Lastly, the wall… walking backwards, just to stay safe, felt comforting.
Moss growing along the cracks. Light shining on one side, warming the stones. The darkness and the fog cooling them off while I sat and thought about which way to go.
To go backwards, to stay on the wall probably, would not be allowed. Though, I don’t think I could anyways. I had been walking on this wall for so long, settled in so comfortably between the light and the dark, with the unknown fog always ahead of me.
How do you choose?
We always have so many options. Sometimes we think too much and make it more of a challenge than it really is.
Shifting through this life, finding a way to make a progress in “the right” direction.
What really is the best direction?
Is there really one direction that is better than another?
Finding peace, learning lessons, in all experiences, is the way we can make peace within ourselves about whichever directions we go. Letting go of pressure or judgement of ourselves and of others. It is all just lessons in love and healing.
A bellowing fog crept up to my face, like it was examining me, just as I was examining all of my options.
The sweet smell of the moisture in the air pulled me in.
I fell forward.
Knowing it would be the balance and the trust that I was truly seeking.
We can’t always know what is to come, but we must do what we can to follow our own path and the directions we feel are best for our experience.
Let go of that insistent control of wanting to know all the outcomes.
Life is for living and experiencing.
Find your truth.
Be you.
For you.
You matter.
Let go.
-M.
Running Away
With the waves chasing me, I ran away from you.
Hoping you would try to chase me, I kept looking back at you.
Laughing at myself, and not knowing what you would do, I took off my boots and ran barefoot, in the grainy, dry sand.
Hoping you would see how much the waves wanted to catch me, I ran closer to the waters edge, to show you I was not worth losing.
I continued on this quest, seeking your love and adoration.
The foam caught my toes, it was soft, cold and wet compared to all the grainy, dry sand.
You were not interested in being a chaser, as you continued on, focusing only on what was in front of you.
I saw you looking the other way.
Wandering slowly in the other direction, your attention focused on your own path.
Not sure what to make of it, I let the daunting pull of the waves take me further and further away.
You sometimes glimpsed at me, but only before the waves captured me, and not with much interest, only a slight curiosity like a parent keeping track of a child.
The waves pulled me under.
You didn’t even notice.
You kept walking, at a pace that was steadily, taking you further and further away.
Not even my flirtation with death made you hurry along, to be closer to me.
Maybe there is no hope of you chasing me, after-all.
Or maybe, I should be walking slowly and steadily, in the opposite direction, knowing that I don’t need you, after-all.
Hearing the waves crashing, I knew the answer, and it was not to follow you.
It was not to follow anyone at all.
It was time to find peace, with my own solitude.
Out of the waves, onto the beach, I walked, I walked away from you, further and further away.
With the waves still chasing me, I focused on my own path, knowing the love I was seeking could be found within me.
Knowing this, I smiled, to myself, feeling the peace, in this knowing, drenched from the waves, feet covered in sand, I knew I was complete.
– M.
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