" How sweet the moonlite sleeps upon the banks. Here we will sit, and let the music creep in our ears, Soft stillness and night become, the touches of sweet harmony...
Believe in faeries
They make dreams come true
Believe in the wonder
The stars and the moon
Believe in magic
From the faeries above
They dance on the flowers
And sing songs of love
And if you just believe
And always say the truth
The faeries will be there
To watch over you -
A FAERY SONG
by William Butler Yeats
{A song the Faery people sang over the bridal bed of Diarmuid and Grania}
We who are ol, old and gay
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years
If all were told:
Give to these children, new from the world
Silence and Love
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night
And the stars above
Give to these children, new from the world
Rest far from men
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then
Us who are old, old and gay
0 so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years
If all were told
A FAERY SPEAKS
What I am, I must not show ---
What I am thou couldst not know ---
Something betwixt heaven and hell ---
Something betwixt stood nor fell ---
Something that through thy wit or will
May work thee good --- may work thee ill.
Neither substance quite, nor shadow,
Haunting lonely moor and meadow,
Dancing by the haunted spring,
Riding on the whirlwind's wing;
Aping in fantastic fashion
Every change of human passion,
While o'er our frozen minds they pass,
Like shadows from the mirror'd glass.
Wayward, fickle, is our mood,
Hovering betwixt bad and good,
Happier than brief-dated man,
Living ten times o're his span;
Far less happy, for we have
Help nor hope beyond the grave!
Man awakes to joy or sorrow;
Ours the sleep that knows no morrow.
This is all that I can show ---
This is all that thou may'st know.
Sir Walter Scott, The Monastery, 1820
Whiter Shade of Pale
Donna's Interests
Beyond Me:
"What was and still might be,
Just beyond this place and me"
Interests & Hobbies:
Knowledge of any kind
Favorite Music & Bands:
Train,Dashboard Confessional,Cannata, Inkubbus Sukkubus
Eric Clapton,Evanessence,Nickleback,Rod Stewart.
Just a little of alot!
Favorite People You Know:
My Husband, he is my soulmate,My three daughters and two grandbabies.
Faery Child
THE CHILD AND THE FAERIES
UNKNOWN
The woods are full of faeries!
The trees are all alive
The river overflows with them
See how they dip and dive!
What funny little fellows!
What dainty little dears!
They dance and leap, and prance and peep,
And utter fairy cheers!
I'd like to tame a faery
To keep it on a shelf,and dress its little self
I'd teach it pretty manner
It always should say "please"
And then you know I'd make it sew
And curtsy with its knees
THE VANISHING FAERIES
Deep in the wood's recesses cool
I see the fairy dancers glide,
In cloth of gold, in gown of green,
My lord and lady side by side.
But who has hung from leaf to leaf,
From flower to flower, a silken twine ---
A cloud of grey that holds the dew
In globes of clean enchanted wine?
Or stretches far from branch to branch,
From thorn to thorn, in diamond rain,
Who caught the cup of crystal pure
And hung so fair the shining chain?
'Tis death, the spider, in his net,
Who lures the dancers as they glide,
In cloth of gold, in gown of green,
My lord and lady, side by side.
Dora Sigerson Shorter, 1866-1918
Faery Song
FAERY SONG
by John Keats
Ah! woe is me! poor silver-wing!
That i must chant thy lady's dirge,
and death to this fair haunt of spring
of melody, and streams of flowery verge --
poor silver-wing! ah! woe is me!
that I must see
These blossoms snow upon thy ladys pall!
Go pretty page! and in her ear
Whisper that the hour is near!
Softly tell her not to fear
Such calm Favonian burial!
Go, pretty page! and soothly tell
the blossoms hang by a melting spell
and fall they must,ere a star wink thrice
upon her closed eyes
that now in vain are weeping their last tears
at sweet life leaving, and these arbours green--
rich dowry from the Spirit of the Spheres
Alas! poor Queen!
Faerie Dance
Faeries often dance in circles in the grass which
are called Faerie rings. The wild enchantment of the
Faerie music can lead passersby inexorably towards the ring
which like a Faerie or a kiss or Faerie food and drink,
can lead to captivity forever in the world of
Faerie. If a human steps into the ring he is compelled
to join forces with the Faeries in their wild prancing.
The dance might seem to last only minutes, or an
hour or two, or even a whole night but in fact the
normal duration would be seven years by our time and
sometimes longer. The captive can be rescued by a friend
who, with others holding hid coat tails, follows the Faerie
music, reaches into the ring {keeping one foot firmly outside}
and pulls the dancer out.
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid our faery vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen chetries
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the worlds more full of weeping than you
can understand
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances.
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the worlds more full of weeping than you
can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams
Come away,O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the worlds more full of weeping than you
can understand
Away with us hes going
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
from a world more full of weeping than you.
The Wee Folk
During the winter the Fae folk sleep as do their plants
and trees. If you make an area of your home
welcome, they just might spend the cold
winter nights with you.
It will take some time and some patience
and coaxing. They can be wonderful
friends to both humans and animals.
They are especially fond of small
children.
The Wee Folk are also a good "barometer" of the
vibrations in your home. If there is negative
energy around, they become withdrawn
and very quiet.
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A Woman's Look in the Mirror
Age 3: Looks at herself and sees a Queen!
Age 8: Looks at herself and sees herself as Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty.
Age 15: Looks at herself and sees herself as Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty/Cheerleader, Fat/Pimples/ UGLY ("Mom, I can't go to school looking like this!").
Age 20: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" -- but decides she's going anyway.
Age 30: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" -- but decides she doesn't have time to fix it so she's going anyway.
Age 40: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" -- but says, "At least I'm clean" and goes anyway.
Age 50: Looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever she wants to go.
Age 60: Looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers the world.
Age 70: Looks at herself & sees wisdom, laughter and ability, goes out and enjoys life.
Age 80: Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a purple hat and goes out to have fun with the world.
* *WE SHOULD ALL GRAB THAT PURPLE HAT A LITTLE EARLIER!!
YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN! Everyone needs to be told they're great so here's to YOU! To an exceptionally beautiful woman!
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen within her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole. But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
sent an angel to watch over you last night. It came back. I asked, "Why" The angel said " Angels don't watch over angels". There are twenty angels in this world. Ten are sleeping. Nine are playing. One is reading this comment. Send to ten friends including me. If you get five replies, someone you love will surprise you
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