About
Fairy Day
There is a veil between
the worlds
Years ago, what would
seem like many to those of us of mortal blood, but
what is really just a twitch of time to the ageless stars
and eternal moons, the world of mortal and the world of
fairy were separated. Mortal man had become too populous,
too jaded, too fast for the easier, more genteel pace of
the fairy blooded, so they chose to leave this place and
create their own They live now in another level of our world
where a veil of magic has been created to divide us from
them and keep their lives free of our hectic, desperate
struggle to progress. A level close enough for them to keep
watch over us, to keep our imaginations alive with periodic
night rides through the countryside, witnessed by the lucky
few staring out of misty windows on a night seemingly burdened
with insomnia. The worlds are so alike, so close in kind
they might even be seen as parallel worlds, if not for the
beings that inhabit them. Their world is the stuff of legend
for our world. The winged and horned and magic creatures
unlike any we know here. The beings of rock, of water, of
air and fire and spirit.
They wait for the time when
we childlike mortals have learned that not all that we see
as progress provides a better way of life, when we have
discovered that too much science takes away the joy of mystery.
They wait till they can return without fear of their magic
between slowly stripped away by the disease of disbelief.
There are those of us who belong in part to that world and
in part to this one. We have been stranded here by the drawing
of the veil, charged with keeping the knowledge of the fae
worlds alive and simmering always in the imaginations of
this mortal world. With pen and brush we strive always to
recreate for the masses our ancient and instinctive memories
of that other place. Maybe our efforts help to keep the
veil thin between us, maybe they helps to keep the Fae folk
from disappearing forever into that other realm. Perhaps
we have been chosen specifically for that purpose for our
sensitive natures and visited in our dreams.
Perhaps, in the way of small
children, we stumbled upon a fairy event, or place, and
kept the knowledge ever after hidden in the backs of our
minds. Perhaps, we are truly changelings, fairy children
left in exchange for human ones, always yearning for our
true home, but destined to remain on this side of the veil.
Who truly knows, but I prefer to think of us as those changleing
children, part mortal and part fairy.
Whatever your favorite
theory, Fairy Day is a time for all of us, fairy
kissed or no, to honor and delight in the fanciful, the
mystical, the ethereal in our lives. Throughout man’s history,
Midsummers Day has been known as a time to revel in the
magic of nature. It is one of the few "in between" times,
when the veil is drawn thinnest and crossing between the
worlds is at it’s easiest. This day, the longest of the
year is known for odd things happening to unwitting mortals,
victims of the fairies playful games. It is at this time
that fairies may be seen, dancing round rings, or that mortals
with the desire and a pure heart may meet a fae out walking
in the woods.
Shakespeare’s Midsummer’s Night
Dream is a famous version of such an event. And with the
creation of Fairy Day, us Changelings wish to honor this
ancient connection, to help bring back into the common focus
the magical in our world, to help keep the veils thin enough
so that we do not lose the Fae forever, and with them, a
part of our own souls. To even, perhaps, one day lift the
veil entirely and bring them back home.
~ Jacqueline Collen-Tarrolly,
artist, February, 2006
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