"Now we muse upon the days,
when morning mist did turn to haze
and through the haze the folk did come
to dance and sing and beat the drum,
and round and round we circled 'bout,
and sometimes yelled out with a shout,
our spirits strong our hearts w

"Elves have houses for nearly everything. We have bird houses, doll houses, dog houses, faerie houses, boat houses, spirit houses, tree houses, sheds for our tools, garages for our cars and all of them we seek to make beautiful. And yet, some of us

“Tonight, in Faerie, we’ll dance till dawn
and you, dear kindred, may come along,
for Faerie is where we all belong
as we sing this song together.”

*

— Elven Song by The Silver Elves, authors of Through the Mists of Faerie: A Magical Guide to the Wisdom

Come away, O human child,
To the waters and the wild,
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

~ W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)

If this scene in Donegal isn't the stuff of fairy tales, then I don't know

The quaint midsummer fairies and their kin,
Gnomes, elves, and trolls, on blossom, branch, and grass
Gambol and dance, and winding out and in

Leave circles of spun dew where’er they pass.
Through the blue ether the freed Ariel flies;
Enchantment holds t

I am born as the sun,
But then turn into the moon,
As my blonde hairs turn
Grayish-white and fall to
The ground,
Only to be buried again,
Then to be born again,
Into a thousand suns
And a thousand moons ..

~ Hymn of the Divine Dandelion by Suzy Kassem ~

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Faerie Magic . . . .

"Faerie magic is hedge magic. It's garden magic, too.
It's magic of the thickets and the misty morning dew.
It springs up with the wild flowers and moss in forest vales
and ivy climbing up the walls and ferns so light and frai

"The quiet of the woodlands, the tenderness of Faerie,
the whisper in the wilderness doth silent voices carry,
listen well within you and there a sigh you'll hear,
as all that you did wonder on doth suddenly come clear."

**— The Silver Elves **

Greetings to All Members! May your day be filled with magic and Elven Blessings!

"In people's deepest minds,
when trouble comes their way,
they call out to the elfin folk
to make a better day,
and wherever we are we hear them,
in the depths of our ow

And, she said

“Today
I shall lose myself
If only, for a day
A faery tale it shall be”

Poem written by Athey Thompson
Art by Margaret Tarrant

"We do not close the portal, we do not shut the way, everyone is welcome on each and every day, the map exists within you, the path is very clear, reach out to Faerie in your heart and you'll be almost here."
— The Silver Elves

"Faerie, Faerie misty glow
within my heart your truth to know
the way that leads us to that land
where kindred join in heart and hand."

— The Silver Elves

"Beneath the stars, upon the Earth,
our elvish magic giving birth
to realms of wonder bright and fair
and surely we will meet you there."

** — The Silver Elves — **

“Blind folk see the fairies.
Oh, better far than we,
Who miss the shining of their wings
Because our eyes are filled with things
We do not wish to see.

Deaf folk hear the fairies
However soft their song;
‘Tis we who lose the honey sound
Amid the c

Undines, sometimes spelled Ondine, are a water nymph who becomes human when she falls in love with a mortal man. If he is unfaithful, her death is inevitable. Derived from the Latin word unda, which means wave or water. Undines were first discussed

Will o’ the Wisp, sometimes known as Jack-o’-lantern, is a type of Fae pixie believed to inhabit the marshes and bogs of England. Will O’ Wisps are nature spirits that inhabit the elements of the earth. The name Will o’ the Wisp is derived from the

Tuatha dè Danann Faerie Realm, Mythological Creatures, Varieties of Faeries Prevalent in ancient Celtic mythology is theTuatha dè Danann (pronounced Too-a Day Dah-nuhn), which means People of the Goddess Danu, and they are believed to be her childr

The Dandelion Fairy

Here’s the Dandelion’s rhyme:

See my leaves with tooth-like edges;
Blow my clocks to tell the time;
See me flaunting by the hedges,
In the meadow, in the lane,
Gay and naughty in the garden;
Pull me up—I grow again,
A

The Geranium Fairy

Red, red, vermilion red,

With buds and blooms in a glorious head!

There isn’t a flower, the wide world through,

That glows with a brighter scarlet hue.

Her name—Geranium—ev’ryone knows;

She’s just as happy wherever