Fairy Stories & Other Tales

She was a witch, as good as you,  and yes, my dear, it was something she knew. She made the wind laugh, she kicked up storms, running all ragged, in glorious form.  Filled with desire, not want, but need, and carrying it like a selfless creed, she transferred it lightly, all in one go, to the folks who were desperate to conquer the blows. She came down and witnessed the frost, the greed, hearing the heartbreaking calls in long screeds  But the people, they only remembered her son As though she were nothing, forgotten, gone. But this is not so, let's not forget the offering, the bargain, the deal, the bet that tempers the longing abates the slogging for all those who are, of course the tall, of course the small, and all the rest, that fond 'all...' She's there, you can feel her on this day of days she was there  when the manger held the child  who saves.  

There's a woman who sits alone in the woods. Well, I say alone...      There are, of course, all kinds of creatures. Mostly sleeping. Some out for something to chew.       Winter, obviously.      And the woman is cold.      But she is having an enjoyable conversation. With the wood. She talks to it. It talks back. She is learning a host of things, which makes it worth the cold.      It takes some time for the wood to say all the things it needs to say.      Then the woman walks home.      She lights a fire. She brews tea. She sits in her armchair. And thinks for awhile. About the wood. And the wood's problems. About her own.       She picks up a book.      The pages brush her fingers as her mind narrows, expands, rests.      The woman goes to sleep with a smile .       The next day, she thinks about the wood. ...

The world is made up of myth. It is, perhaps, uncontroversial to say so. Some is true, and some not so true  — this is perhaps more controversial. It is important to note that all of the fairy myths are true. This is, of course, the most controversial claim yet. Ought we to accept this? I think it might be best.      Why?      Because the fairies are watching, and know how we are. I think this must be true, for they act on our whims and take us at our word.  This is no logic argument.  It might be thought of as an historical description. The myths of the fairies show that the fairies know us —an empirical revelation. Indeed, the fairies know us so very well that they can take us away, one by one, and be us well enough. They might well have been born us.      Perhaps they have, and we are all Fae.      In fact, that seems right. How else could they know us to well?      We must be fairies, you and I...