It’s a wet evening.
It’s a cold evening too.
I’ve lit the stove and the kettle begins to sing on the top.
It’s a tea and toast kind of evening.
I was thinking about Fairies today as I walked through the Fairy Dell Woodland.
It lies below the cottage, in a natural dell and is a very special place.
There’s a Fairy tree in the centre of the woodland with a huge stone underneath it’s branches.
I’ve often wondered about the history and meaning of that tree and stone.
I have been told that such a tree planted by a stone can mark the resting place of a person whose body was not allowed to be interred in the graveyard…the churches had all sorts of rules regarding who could and could not be interred in so called sacred ground…unbaptised babies, suicides etc…all of great sadness and shown little mercy…
And so, while Jack plays with his football…for some reason he believes I want to steal it…I think about this tree, the Fairy Dell and…fairies…
Fairies are widely regarded as magical spirits who can help humanity get closer to Nature and embrace harmony in the natural environment.
To the Celts, nature embodied the sovereignty of the Goddess.
In comparison, within the church view, Nature is widely regarded as something amoral and fearsome, needing to be dominated and put to service.
All this has led us away from our deep relationship with Mother Earth…we are now in a state of flux and near abandonment and we feel this deeply, with some more aware of the root of our unhappiness and others less, or in severe denial.
My cardigan dries on the back of a chair this evening…
Maybe we need to think again about Fairies, for until we respect the natural world and our precious environment, we are doomed to be cast aside as Gaia struggles on her own…