I am humbled, touched, surprised and in awe of this poem written by a friend, a confidant and a true leader. You have always been filled with surprises and amazing talents, who knew you could write poetry as well? I will treasure this poem forever. Thank you Trish. 

THE RIVER FAIRY

While walking through a forest grove down beside the river,

I saw the ferns along the canopy's edge suddenly begin to quiver.

But there was no breeze or other force causing them to wiggle.

And as I paused to ponder that, I thought I heard a giggle.

Then a small figure appeared out from behind an old fir tree.

And a voice whispered in my ear; 'Rejoice, for it is she.'

Black hair flowed over her shoulders, wisps framed her lovely face,

Around each delicate wrist were silver ribbons of spiderweb lace.

Her flowing blue robe rippled at her feet, like waves upon the shore,

Woven petals with sparkling dew drops formed the necklace that she wore.

A kaleidoscope encircling her head made a delightful spinning crown,

The forest birds singing in harmony was the most enchanting sound.

I watched as the beauty, the butterflies and birds of a feather,

Danced in joy and celebration of this joining together.

To give loving thanks to the river for its gifts never-ending,

And embrace the peaceful vibrations the river was sending.

By now the sun had reached the very west edge of the sky,

Pink light let them know that it was time to say good-bye.

But before the birds and the butterflies would set off to go,

Each presented before her and bowed their head low.

As she returned to her tree home, she faded from sight,

And the forest became still as it welcomed the night.

Who invites winged treasures to galas so merry?

Emmanuelle, the River Fairy.

By Trish Curtin

where'd the balloon go?

the celebration is over

(well for Faeries, is it really ever over?)

faces are no longer yellow

(but i'm sure that won't last too long)

someone has gone and weeded the garden

(how dare they)

tree trunks are still being used for chairs

(as everything is still way too dizzy and i hear 

that dance classes will begin immediately) 

bandaids and ice cubes are running out of supply

(should of known that when playing with 

the neighbourhood stingers 

pricklilies are bound to find little Faerie bums)

the pretty ribbons are still being found in the weirdest of places but not necessarily in braided Faerie hair but instead they seem to be twisted and intertwined around thorny roses bushes 

(do you know how hard it is to untie a ribbon 

from a rose bush? i have heard that 

more bandaids just might be in order)

singing, yes, singing, yes indeed, singing....

enough said about that

(hmmmmmm, yes, enough said about that)

i'm figuring that the frolicking and chatting away while playing in the mud needs to quiet down a bit as it just might help the Faeries and their friends to stay focused and to help their silly pom poms attached to their acorn hats from fallen off

(this activity needs to be readdressed to include water bottles, snacks and plump cushions 

to relax on along the way)

and lastly but not to be forgotten, what exactly was happening with those socks and shoes?

(that's all i need to know, how can socks be taken off all the while their shoes are still on?)

i can't even imagine what games and shenanigans the Faeries have in store for next year

but i'm hoping that the little girl that lives so close to the garden doesn't go ahead and pick the daisies as then i will need to find another hiding place

thank you for the fun and the giggles

 and tons of things to whisper

oh, and wasn't there something about a balloon?

dandelion face paint

okay, it's the big day!

the faeries are putting on an amazing celebration party

everyone is dancing away to the music

(many a few have had to sit down from being too dizzy)

chasing bumblebees and butterflies

(please note that the butterflies don't sting as much when you get too close)

yellow coloured face painting

(dandelions are the terrible powder to wipe off)

pretty ribbons twisted around the silliest of things

(except for the long curly hair that it was supposed to be twirled around)

socks strewn all about

(strange as it be but somehow they managed to still keep their shoes on)

garden chases where the snails are the ones to beat

(i sure am glad that it wasn't raining or else could you imagine what wet soggy mud would be to crawl through)

it seems that singing off key is the best way to sing

(not too sure if that would be nice to the ears though)

i'm sure that these are just a few of the happenings that i could spot just by peeking around a daisy

(before being spotted)

what a wonderful day

Happy International Faerie Day

oh, and how could i forget...

did you know that faerie dust comes in every colour of the rainbow?

i've seen it myself, yes, in every colour

Oh no! How could I forget? It's just a few hours away.

on the eve of International Faerie Day the nursery seems to be in such a kerfuffle, in such a commotion, in such a bustle, in such a flurry that one can really make no sense of it at all, mind you we are dealing with faeries so who knows

i'm not too sure about you...

but know and not knowing what is going on certainly leaves ones imagination to run wild

The Deactivation

Well the time has finally come....

I have said my goodbyes, I have shed a few tears, I have asked over and over and over again for my friends to just follow a simple link...a simple link to the website.

For those of you that take the time to come here and say 'hello', thank you so much. Thank you for your support, your friendship, your love.

I promise that I will work ten times harder at keeping you engaged, in giggling fits, in ear to ear grins,  to doing jumping jacks, dancing in the rain, clapping your hands, stopping to say 'hello' to a stranger, jumping in muddles and stopping to smell the flowers.

All of these things come very naturally to a faerie....not so easy to do for us mortals...so let's all peek through that thin veil between their world and ours...let us learn a new a way to live our lives...

On that note...Goodbye Facebook...I shall miss you but I am sooooo looking forward to our next adventure.