Zena’s Place

Zena's Marsh

 

Zena’s Marsh

There’s a place one goes…

to let the heart breathe.

A place with sky, water, teeming life and light.

No matter when one goes there, it’s waiting…

To breathe the heart back home.

This was a painting I made at the beach for a wonderful friend, Zena. She is so alive and teeming with light and life herself. She loved getting up at 5 in the morning and walking to her spot, to fish, but mostly to just BE. Thank you, Zena, for sharing your Zen Spot with us, just by being the wonderful bundle of energy and love that you ARE!

First Fairie Gathering! @ The Hillocks! ElfLand NC

For years I’ve conjured up so many visions that it will take ALL of my lifetimes to complete them! Especially at the snails rate that I’ve been traveling! Thankfully this one has started manifesting! Thanks to the help of my sister and cousins and daughter and daughter-in-law, and all the other Fairies of course!! I hope to have many more gatherings like this!FAIRIE LUNCHEON

First Fairie Gathering 2013@ElfLand!
Those present but not pictured, Viktorija Gordon, photographer; Alex Gordon, who breezed in for the brunch part!

On May 17, 2013, representatives of a long line of Fairie Folk converged on Thunder Mountain from a variety of places in time and space! And many more from geographically far away and other lifetimes cheered us all on! It’s time I included the rest of you on some delicious stories, photos, and questions answered for the first time!

Those in attendance that actually manifested in time and space:  Carolyn Franck, the present Fairie Queene from a long line of Magical Fairie Folk; Martha Franck Rollins, most power-spirited Faire extraordinaire; Betsy Rollins Euler, a fairie expert in the healing realm and pixie of perseverance; Lucy Euler, a fairie of wonder and surprises that unfold before our very eyes!; Cousin Mary Hunter Smith Goss, who comes from a strong line of energetic and vibrantly alive fairies(though I must say, I have not yet met any fairie folk that weren’t pretty vibrant); Viktorija Gordon, representing the untold magic of Lithuanian Fairies & Mermaids from the Baltic Sea; Oliver Abernethy, the most recent Elfin King, which the name Oliver so aptly implies; Hannah Gordon, right-hand fairie to the left-handed Aunty Fairie Ann Gordon in residence, sometimes known as Mossy (though not as the Urban Dictionary defines such names!); and the amazing three Carter Fairies: Coatesie Carter Clark, Lucy Carter Wilson, and Janie Carter Vaughn! (I also KNOW they must be related in some other form to Mrs. Who, Mrs. Whatsit, and Mrs. Which! Which is which, and who is who, and which is whatsit, I have no clue!) I’ll have to mention there was one Elf-like creature that slipped in long enough to visit and munch the wonderful Fairie Bread made by Janie, Alex Gordon, was his name!

First on our agenda was to walk down to The Fairie Hillock #1 (yes, there are and will be many more!). There we greeted the present day Fairie Queen Caroline! driven down through The Meadow by her Darling PowerFairieDaughter, Martha Franck Rollins! of course she was escorted by ElfAlex and the ElfLand MightyDogs, Francklin and Lacy!

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The third photo above is of three generations of Power Fairies!!! Lucy!Betsy! & Martha!

In the photo below, I think you might find it hard to actually see the Hillock Fairie that Auntie Fairie Janie is reconnecting with and introducing to us! Try as I might, I could not get any photo adjustments to help her manifest! She’s in the air just below Janie’s right hand. Can you see her? Let me know if you can!!!

AuntieFairieJanie with a HillockFairieCousinJanie@TheHillock

After exchanging our Secret Fairie Hugs, exploring The Hillock began!  Auntie Fairie Janie was I think the first to journey along CobbleStoneWay and Lucy and Betsy began hunting for the Fairie of the Castle of the Heart and The One-Winged Bird.

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I must mention, the sacrifices that many Fairies make to wave their wands and expertise for the good of the WholeFairieRealm!!! For though this next photo is beautiful of the Fairies that could choose to manifest themselves down at The Hillock, there were three Fairest of the Fairies Manifesting that day, back atop the meadow at the house, waving wands and sprinkling pixie dust with great love and zeal to have Scrumptious Brunch ready and waiting upon our return! Unfortunately, they are not pictured here, you you will need to imagine the Fairest of the Faire that day: Hannah Gordon, Viktorija Gordon, and Mary Hunter Smith Goss! And our ElfinKIngO liver was asleep, envisioning his next magical mischief. Gratitude and goose bumps to you unseen three+1 not in this photo! (I think Lucy was still exploring and Betsy took the photo!)

AuntieFairies@Hillock1And now for the stories that unfolded that very day! The ones we can tell, at least! I invite all who were present to ADD to the MIX! Please comment and I’ll figure out how to post any pictures you send or have sent! Enjoy! These amazing FairieFolk made my first vision come true!!! Can’t wait for Fairie Gathering # 2!!!!

 

Getting to know me

“Don’t be a stranger, Ann!” That’s what the moss is whispering to me now as I step back into this ‘space’ I worked so hard to create! This space for sharing and for “playing with self expression in the form of words, watercolor, brushstrokes, and the elusively wired (or is it wireless?) worldwide web we weave.

Thinking I was taking a tiny breather in the summer eddies of my lifestream, I lost something big! I lost my INERTIA! Hopefully it didn’t drown, but just kept moving downstream. Surely I can paddle a little harder and catch it! Unless I use all my regained breath!

So here are my first doggie paddles of summer towards regaining inertia!
These first two are the best children’s books I will participate in, ever!

April 12, 2013, Baby Oliver has turned into a precious one year old boy!

Oliver's finding some power paths for himself! Biking is one! Walking & talking are two obvious big ones! So fun to experience his imaginary play and ALWAYS his REAL and engaging tenderness! Love you, Big Boy!

Oliver’s finding some powerpaths for himself! Biking is one! Walking & talking are 2   obvious big ones! So fun to experience  emerging imaginary play & ALWAYS his engaging tenderness! Love you, Big Boy!

June 24, 2013 was the beginning of another ‘grand life’! Grandbaby #2!

Born to Will & Vika Gordon! Baby Andrea!An adorable baby girl! A lifechanger forever, already!

While Andrea was being born, I picked flowers and popped out this poem on the way to the hospital to greet her. Welcome, Andrea!

While Andrea was being born, I picked flowers and popped out this poem on the way to the hospital to greet her. Welcome, Andrea!

Twigs at Twilight 14

Life put a log in front of this writer and she needed to deal with it before she could focus on the writing trail. I’m so glad to be back, and glad I took the time to be with my mom who was in the hospital for almost two weeks! Someday I’ll write about my experiences with my log and all the wonderful parts of it. And for now, I want to get my inertia going with the Twigs, before dawn comes! Though there’s more to do with this painting, the gist of it is here. I just think it would be much darker during this timing in their ‘night’.
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A True Moss Whisper

MossydeerYesterday evening when I was walking our dogs down at the creek, I sensed a ‘whisper’ in the mossy area that I call ‘my moss farm’. I glanced back and there curled on the ground was the tiniest fawn I’d ever seen. This time of year I’ve often come across a tiny fawn curled at the roots of a tree on the edge of the meadow, but NEVER had I seen one so so small. She was perfectly still as fawn are supposed to be when they are discovered. Many hours later, Alex discovered that she was still there and looked not just still, but lifeless. It was beginning to get dark and she was ‘parked’ right on what I would map out as the neighborhood coyote crowd’s night trail. Even though we knew that wild animals should be left for their mothers, I was convinced that this little one wouldn’t make it and if left there, would be ‘thrown to its predators’. My maternal instincts wouldn’t let me walk away when ‘the dark was coming’ as our firstborn child used to call the beginning of nighttime. So we made a ‘human’ decision to bring her to the house to keep her safe for the night, thinking that something had possibly happened to her mother.

Fastforwarding to today, after letting the ‘little dear’ sleep with a hot water bottle in our giant laundry tub, I began feeding her a bottle of ‘deer colostrum’ from a baby bottle. After a few swigs, she was up and wobbling, eager to get out of the little green tub. Not wanting to restrain her, I watched as she climbed out and all four legs slid sideways out from under her. Little Mossy, as I began to call her was then ready to go after the bottle again. I took her out to our covered pen in the woods where we used to keep our giant English lop, Potato. She guzzled the rest of her bottle, almost climbed in my lap, ending up curling in her sweet little ball on the ground.

Little did I know that I was already quickly bonding with this little creature, and after checking with neighbors and studying more about fawn raising, I was content with the idea of devoting next days toward nurturing Little Mossy until she was able to eat grass and fend on her own. Then it would be time to do what I had learned from one neighbor and gradually introduce her back into her wildlife setting. Where hopefully she would follow suit and get adopted by the herd of deer that shares our two yards and gardens! I was content with a new ‘babe’ to nurture, until…until Alex came home with the resolute ‘right thing to do’!!! He, too, had researched and talked with wild animal-savvy people, and strongly suggested we take it back down in the meadow, not feed it so that it would make sounds looking for it’s mother, and let it go.

I wasn’t ‘easy’ to bring around, not without flailing my own dear legs and ’emoting’ a bit. I cleaned up a whole area by the studio just to vent my frustration and to exercise my ‘NO’ for a bit before I came around to marching down into the meadow sadly behind him as he carried her back to let her go.

I sat at the Fairie Hillock for a good while to ‘cry out’ my ‘no-ness’ and to get to the ‘yes’ of it all…Yes, what awesome moments of nature we’d experienced. Yes… what sweetness and beautiful creatureliness. Yes…how quickly this little fawn connected with us. Yes…how hard to let go of such tenderness, such precious life. Yes…it belongs to all of Nature. Yes…so do I…

And here’s ‘the moss whisper’ for me… I felt joy so briefly…joy that felt like ‘a first love’ when I fed this little wood nymph from a bottle. And in letting go, the sadness came just as quickly as the joy left! But the moment, the moment of connecting with such a tiny sweet deer…lasts forever! And the moment when I had tried to become its owner and hold on to that happiness moment, quickly turned to sadness. I was stepping beyond my domain,  expecting that I could make that joy last forever….so now, now I’m grateful for the whisper…and this moment of rain on the tin roof…Thank you little dear! Thank you for this mossy lesson!

Twigs at Twilight 14 in Process

I’m in the middle of the drawing/inking process of this page. Usually, I don’t get around to posting in the middle of things, but I’m trying to be better about posting once a day. Rather that rush through the process ‘just to get something posted’ I’m choosing to split things up to let my hands (and the rest of me!) take a break in between. Big Twig is getting weary on his search now for BOTH Lacy Leaf AND Twiglet. As he looks at piles of twigs and leaves, he envisions what might happen to HIM if he doesn’t make it back into his tree by dawn, which is coming sooner and sooner! I gathered sticks and twigs that were actually in the house and tried positioning one of my twig people on them to help me visualize my drawing. Now I’m at the point of putting my drawings on a lightbox and creating an ink drawing on my watercolor paper. Already hands are getting numb-er, so I need to work quickly!Twig14 in Process 1

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Twigs at Twilight 13

Been getting ready for a Family Fairie Gathering at The Hillocks, meanwhile, the little Twigs have been on their quest for Lacy Leaf! They and I have been stuck with how to get around ‘the log’ in our paths! Their ‘log’ is a true ‘log’ along with whatever obstacles they also create in their minds about it! My ‘log’ is most physically my ‘numbing hands and fingers’ and mentally ‘the storyline coming up is not satisfying to me (and perhaps to the readers?)’ and logistically ‘I’ve so much to do to get ready for this event!’ As is Twiglet hiding from Big Twig’s view, so is magic hiding somewhere in this illustration…it just hasn’t surfaced yet….back to the tweaking board!
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Twigs at Twilight 12

TWIG!As night skies darken, stars come out and fog thickens. Dawn is waiting for it’s time to highlight the magical breaking of a new day! Learning to paint all these different moments in our daily and nightly lives is very humbling…humbling that we have the opportunity to participate in all these changes of light and darkness and mist and fog every day of our lives if we just participate and behold the displays of nature as they happen. Paintings can’t do justice to the awe of it all! 

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Twigs at Twilight 11

Mist and fog are setting in during the Twigs’ time down on the earth. Took me two days of studying misty fog and adding night time to come up with this painting. The text still may get tweaked later. The darker it gets, the more difficult to use colors…we’ll see, or maybe we won’t see what happens as it gets deeper and deeper into the night! For now, there’s a glimmer of moon or starlight somewhere glowing through as the mist begins to settle in. I probably have more different images of this fog than any other setting in the story!

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The First Poppy of the Season!

Every spring I so look forward to the first poppy blooms! Here’s the one for this year! My garden has poppy plants popping up all over the place! In another week or two there will be so many!

First Poppy

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