So as you may see although us butterflies look the ultimate of perfection and beauty which of course we are: we had to earn this and very often in a very hard way.
Whether we are bound to Fae or Fae bound to us the lessons are just the same but those human kind, well, they often overlook the fact that the simplest of things have a great deal of work beneath the surface.
It all depends on how the humankind see or for the most part do not. They just seem to take so much for granted.
Sometimes, us Fae.........well when we get a little earth bound or man made bound or spend too much time in what humans call a civilized world.
And....well we loose some of our special inherent qualities like our wings might fail to thrive.......a sure sign something is wrong.
Humans get all sorts of funny things they go and make a fuss about but our kind well if you knew us you would know.
We start to take on other forms, animals might like to creep into skin and take on a life of their own, our flaxen hair might even start to look like a beautiful red fox's coat.
Its a funny experience to experience and not bad once in a while because it reminds us of who we truly are and where we come from and where we must go back to.
So in this going back process ~ another tansformation ~ we have to silently sip nectar from honeysuckle and just await our fragile wing growth before we can take flight again.
While we do this we dwell a little on our lessons learned. Humans call it a Karmic thing.
We have a lovely song to the dist in the wind brings us to soothe us while we wait. I have even heard some human ears have heard this angelic voice too.
If you come across it in your dreams or travels be sure to take note that something is about to happen in your life ~ for the wind is a messenger of all kinds ~
I close my eyes only for a moment and the moment's gone all my dreams pass before my eyes a curiosity dust in the wind all we are is dust in the wind
Same old song just a drop of water in the endless sea all we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see dust in the wind all we are is dust in the wind
Now, don't hang on nothing last forever but the earth and sky it slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind all we are is dust in the wind dust in the wind everything is dust in the wind
Treat the earth well: It was not given to you by your parents; it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors; we borrow it from our Children. Native American Wisdom ~ taken from youtube.
Some Butterflies unknown to the outside world seem destined to a different end to find their peace.
The Lady of Shalott.
On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly; Down to tower'd Camelot; And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot; There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two. She hath no loyal Knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed. "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armor rung Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, burning bright, Moves over still Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining. Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And around about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance -- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right -- The leaves upon her falling light -- Thro' the noises of the night, She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame, And around the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott."
Rumi's poems elegantly and consistently touch our inner being and inspire us to go beyond our limitations towards the Divine.
The music: The credits do appear at the end of this video, but it is by the composer, Eleni Karaindrou, and is the theme music called "Eternity and a Day" from the movie, Aggelopoulos.
A note on the music: This entire video was constructed in silence-only the poem and the images were put together without my knowing what music would be the right one.
The music is so important to the interpretation of these poems. Rather than reading them, the music is my voice. When I 'laid' this beautiful piece of music over the video it fit perfectly. Few edits were made to accommodate the images to fit the music. They seem to be made for each other.
Note for those who overlook the message and want to 'claim' Rumi as their own (country, nationality, language) they've missed the point completely and these comments will be deleted. ( from youtube )
In Sophia’s lost and found: treasures some underwater, some underfoot, some afloat in midair. For Sophia, nothing is lost.
Gifts return and return and never lost return again and again as ores, minerals, seeds, bones. Gold washed down to the sea, silver and copper lost and found again there.
These bones that carry me shall return as minerals to Earth and water.
These rare blue clays, these grasses and moonflowers, fishes and animals with knowing eyes, made of potsherds flow from Sophia’s lost and found.
I would love to have a talk with each of you, on Art and Life.
It is in our uniqueness, that for each, 'The Dance' is different. It is in this uniqueness, that we each, are an expression of 'The Wholeness,' Whatever meaning, you wish to ascribe to this... I would love to know...
The joy is in the sharing. Each one of you I sense are Lights. On This Journey... this parenthesis in Eternity, We call' Life'..... We needs, bring all the light, we can, to this way. Whether you perceive your journey by foot or by boat, Whatever locomotion moves you,
I would love to know.... . Whatever metaphor, brings Your Journey to meaningfulness.... Whichever tributary you choose, In this moment to take You... Back to Source......... I would love to know...
What brings you to that place in Creation? Where the dance begins; and from deep within, a fountain of living water, bubbles up. Unfolding in ever new, and more beautiful ways. I would love to know.. I would love to know..
That we might share our understandings, walk in each others shoes, grow in love and empathy for our brother/sisters position, whatever and wherever that is.. from a place of unconditional Agape and non judgement And share the Joys of this most profound and moving experience that we call Life. I would Love to know...I would Love to know..
Each one of you better That I may truly call you Friend, and in Divine Time, Know You, even as You are Known. What a Dream...... Who has the courage... To Share.......... I would Love to Know.
All the Blessings of life to each of you, Wherever you are on the Journey.
Mystic Forest ~ Alashram DVD ~ Teachers of Light 7
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This video is presented with the music of snatam kaur and is designed to bring peace and rest to the mind.
It is on dvd 7 of the Teachers of Light series - there are no words other than the singing - Alashram means soul family and our soul family is located at
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All day long they come and go-- Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the floor, Finger-marks along the wall, Tell-tale smudges on the door-- By these presents you shall know Pittypat and Tippytoe
How they riot at their play! And a dozen times a day In they troop, demanding bread-- Only buttered bread will do, And the butter must be spread Inches thick with sugar too! And I never can say, "No, Pittypat and Tippytoe!"
Sometimes there are griefs to soothe, Sometimes ruffled brows to smooth; For (I much regret to say) Tippytoe and Pittypat Sometimes interrupt their play With an internecine spat; Fie, for shame! to quarrel so-- Pittypat and Tippytoe!
Oh the thousand worrying things Every day recurrent brings! Hands to scrub and hair to brush, Search for playthings gone amiss, Many a wee complaint to hush, Many a little bump to kiss; Life seems one vain, fleeting show To Pittypat and Tippytoe!
And when day is at an end, There are little duds to mend; Little frocks are strangely torn, Little shoes great holes reveal, Little hose, but one day worn, Rudely yawn at toe and heel! Who but you could work such woe, Pittypat and Tippytoe!
But when comes this thought to me: "Some there are that childless be," Stealing to their little beds, With a love I cannot speak, Tenderly I stroke their heads--- Fondly kiss each velvet cheek. God help those who do not know A Pittypat or Tippytoe!
On the floor and down the hall, Rudely smutched upon the wall, There are proofs in every kind Of the havoc they have wrought, And upon my heart you'd find Just such trade-marks, if you sought; Oh, how glad I am 'tis so, Pittypat and Tippytoe!
Anyhow although it is good to be aware of change I still live in the
" Old Winnie Time "
That is my choice and I doubt it will change.
I am very rested under this large oak and quite content to stay here awhile, it is after all kind of magical ~ and we fairies absorb as much of the magical as we can !
This a tribute to Winnie the Pooh. It was good in the beginning but as time went bye it became awful. ( I agree pops in Jenna )
The History of Winnie the Pooh:
During the first World War, troops from Winnipeg (Manitoba, Canada) were being transported to eastern Canada, on their way to Europe, where they were to join the 2nd Canadian Infantry Brigade.
When the train stopped at White River, Ontario, a lieutenant called Harry Colebourn bought a small female black bear cub for $20 from a hunter who had killed its mother.
He named her 'Winnipeg', after his hometown of Winnipeg, or 'Winnie' for short.
Winnie became the mascot of the Brigade and went to Britain with the unit.
When the Brigade was posted to the battlefields of France, Colebourn, now a Captain, took Winnie to the London Zoo for a long loan.
He formally presented the London Zoo with Winnie in December 1919 where he became a popular attraction and lived until 1934.
The bear was also very popular with Christopher Robin, son of author A.A. Milne. It was his favourite animal at the Zoo, and he often spent time inside the cage with it.
The bear was Christopher Robin's inspiration for calling his own teddy bear Winnie.....Winnie the Pooh (this teddy bear started out with the name of Edward Bear).
The name Pooh originally belonged to a swan, as can be seen in the introduction of Milne's 'When We Were Very Young'. Pooh meets Tigger outside his house.
A.A. Milne started to write a series of books about Winnie the Pooh, his son Christopher Robin, and their friends in the 100-Acre-Wood.
These other characters, such as Eeyore, Piglet, Tigger, Kanga and Roo were also based on stuffed animals belonging to Christopher Robin.
The characters, Rabbit and Owl, were based on animals that lived, like the swan Pooh, in the surrounding area of Milne's country home, Cotchford Farm in Ashdown Forest, Sussex.
It is this area on which the 100-Acre-Wood was based.
'Winnie-the-Pooh' was published by Methuen on October 14th, 1926, the verses 'Now We are Six' in 1927, and 'The House at Pooh Corner' in1928.
All these books were illustrated in a beautiful way by E.H. Shepard, which made the books even more magical.
The Pooh-books became firm favorites with old and young alike and have been translated into almost every known language.
A conservative figure for the total sales of the four Methuen editions (including When We Were Very Young) up to the end of 1996 would be over 20 million copies.
These figures do not include sales of the four books published by Dutton in Canada and the States, nor the foreign-language editions printed in more than 25 languages the world over!
The Pooh-books had also been favorites of Walt Disney's daughters and it inspired Disney to bring Pooh to film in 1966.
In 1977 'the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh', the first feature-length animated film of Pooh was released.
In 1993, the Walt Disney Company acknowledged that Pooh Bear is second only to Mickey Mouse in their portfolio of the most-loved and trusted characters known to millions of people all over the world.
By 1996, after the second release of 'the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh', the Bear of Very Little Brain had proven to be more popular than any other Disney character. In 1997, twenty years after the release of the first feature-length animated film, Disney released 'Pooh's Grand Adventure', picking up where Disney's 22nd Masterpiece left off . In February 2000 Disney released the third Winnie the Pooh movie called 'The Tigger Movie', this time with the leading part for Tigger.
A very favorite game of ours is playing sticks, there are many versions of this game but my favorite is just to watch them gently float downstream and out of site.
It a good contemplating or relaxing thing, a thing that is shared without any talking ~ its a meditation thing !
Before Disney jumped all over Winnie the Pooh and Co. with their lurid colors and not so authentic stories I clung onto the proper ( in my mind ) memories of A.A. Milne and friends and have all the books published in that era.
( Probably because I am English lol )
Some of the authentic history can be found here ~
http://www.pooh-corner.org/index.shtml
This site is dedicated to the wonderful stories found in the books, Winnie-The-Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner, written by A. A. Milne and illustrated by E. H. Shepard.
These books were first published in the 1920s, and star the familiar characters of Piglet, Owl, Rabbit, Tigger, Kanga, Roo, Eeyore, Christopher Robin, and Edward Bear, commonly known as Winnie-the-Pooh.
Contents
Some general information about Pooh. A chronology of the life of A. A. Milne. Detailed information about A. A. Milne. A biographical sketch on Christopher Milne, known as Christopher Robin. Information about the illustrator, E. H. Shepard. Some info about the area in which the Pooh stories are based. Information about the toys. How Pooh ended up with the name, Winnie. Lyrics to the opening theme of the Disney Pooh shorts ever-popular Tigger song Lyrics to Kenny Loggins' Return to Pooh Corner. Awards that this site has received. A page where I thank people that helped me with the creation of this site. Interested in finding a Pooh book? Now you can purchase books through my bookstore. A bibliography of the sources I referred to in creating this page.
Look inside the pages of the 1928 book, 'The House at Pooh Corner' by A.A. Milne, as this is where the game is invented by Pooh Bear.
Guess where my new wings took me ~ by chance or on a whim I just happened to land inone of my favorite placesso I will visit with some of my very oldest friendswho never stray far and are always delighted to welcome us all.
A new story from owl, a picnic or play sticks ~ there is always something new and exciting or old and familiar to do here ~
If you are interested in the Tao of Pooh here are two of my fave links ~
A delightful site for those who like to interact with fairies, send e cards, browse and have fun, down load free wall papers and a multitude of other things ~
Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours; In those freckles live their savours; I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
