When I was twenty-years-old or so, I first found out about ballads. Mind you, I’d listened to them before that time, thanks to my parents’ love of 60s folk, and my passion for Loreena McKennitt, but I didn’t know that there was an entire world of deep and rich stories known as “ballads” that had been passed down through centuries.
Read MoreThe dryad of the greenwood liked to leave her tree sometimes and wander the forest. She loved to stretch down deep into the ground, and talk to other trees through their twining roots, and their susurrations of leaves and branches, but sometimes she got the urge to wander.
Read MoreShe was a witch of the woods, and that meant her cauldron was a giant hollowed tree stump. Sometimes when she tired of stirring and blending, mixing and concocting, she’d perch on its edge and wait for unsuspecting travelers to do a double take when they see her there, her dress and hat blending in with the forest around her no matter the season.
Read MoreShe was tucked away underneath a trestle table brimming with baskets and china, bittersweet and corn husks spilling from inside decorative bowls. It was the annual Fall Rural Society Antique and Garden Show, which I always anticipated going to the event each autumn; a plethora of vendors had tents and booths filled with curated antiques and autumn gourds and berries, all beautifully displayed to thrill any aesthetically-minded person. Most of the items at the event were priced to suit the deep pocketbooks of the average attendee, but I delighted in trying to find the hidden bargains, the odd pieces with secret stories.
Read MoreOctober 13th, 1886. The Dickerson family gathered together every year on the anniversary of the family patriarch, Josef Dickerson’s, death.
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…Welcome to my corner of the internet, where on any given day you might find me sharing a miniature story inspired by a self-portrait from my forest wanderings, a sketch of a faerie maiden, pondered scribblings related to daily magic, and much more.
Come sit for a while and stay, stretch your legs, fins, cloven hooves, whatever type of faerie you may be. Listen to stories, tell some of your own, learn about your hostess, and the mythmaker friends she shares here as well. Step into a painting, adorn your antlers with flowers and acorns for a theme party, and play at make believe: a time-honored tradition that we’re never too old to indulge in.
Celebrate wonder and imagination in all its many forms.
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