=A View Through the Window=

.uncomplicated

.one word .it's simple .pretty uncomplicated really

.just start where you are

.what do you see?

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 ..rose fyleman

.everyone should read

.if you haven't yet read this book, stop what you are doing .go to the library .go to the bookstore .find this book .please .read

.cover to cover .think about it and be honest with yourself
.listen to hanna's tapes then answer...where are you?

.the choice is yours

.the meeting of

     .meet: old English (v)
       .to come upon; come into the presence of; encounter
       .to become acquainted with; be introduced to...

 

The happenings at the tiny shoppe had gone on for quite a while before the old woman who had lived there most of her life, would believe in them.

"Silly of me," she would repeat to herself. "There are no such things as ..." but before she could speak the words this time, she saw her. A faerie. Plain as day and standing directly in her path to the the kitchen. Polishing the corgi's bell.

What was different this time? This faerie turned and addressed her by name.

Oh but I am getting quite ahead of myself now aren't I? I should begin closer to the first time the Mrs. saw, well, what whe saw.

It all began the morning of the seventh after Mrs. Pembroke let the cat out. When she turned around reaching out for her teacup to wash it, she was given a start, and pulled her hand away. Inside the cup was something rather odd. It wasn't empty, but there in fact at the bottom sipping the last of the tea, was a tiny mouse (wiping it's mouth) with what appeared to be gossamer wings. When it realized someone had spied it sitting there having the remnants of morning tea, the tiny creature flew away.

And that...was the first meeting of Ever.

 

.monday matters