Feel the Magic, it is in the air all around you, it is the sweet touching you feel and know not from whence it came. Hear the Magic, it is in the voices around you, in the song of the birds, in the slightest whisper of the Wind as it gently plays out its own concerto for you. See the Magic, it is right here, in the petals of the meadow flowers, in the simple construction of a tree's leaves, in the way a brook trickles ore rock and pebble, singing, oh singing out, the whole concerto. There is Magic, and it is in me.


July 1, 2009

Ach, I can nae believe it is the time again for the celebration of the mortals in this land I have chosen to visit. Tis for them a time of joy, spendin' the days with the wee bairns and their Lady or Laird, whichev'r the case shall be. There will be fine food, I can almost taste the sweetmeat spread they shall have plenty of. And then the finest of wines, some champagne ev'n, I have no doubt of that. T'will be a large quantity of the most hearty of dark ales and ev'n some lighter ones for the Lairds that have nae grown used to the taste of it. Then there will, and I have me no doubt,dancin', mind ye in the streets!
Such a dangerous routy in a fine way crowd. But me favorite part be the time when they take a flint and a spark and they light the small thin cannon ball like contraptions and into the night heavens they be agoin'. Oh, ye have ner seen such splendor outside of the court of Tir Na Og! They take off and when they reach their target they explode and the night sky explodes with them in colors of such delight, some leaving trails, others make the most extravagant exhibition on the grounds. Then there are those that rise and rise and finally burst blurrin' out the moon they do, becomin' like the stars! Tis a fine time to be had, I will ev'n dance, ye can be sure of that. Tis a fine celebration followin' that celebration of Midsommar, I do so like the Nordic way they welcome the Mother and summer. Oh my, look ye at the time, not that time ev'r matters to me, but I must be agoin'or I shall miss the beginning of the week-end festivities! It has been a pleasure it has, we shall chat again I am sure of that.

Lasair
Sweetheart Sidhe

Keep yer heart true to yer kith and kin, keep your soul pure from any resentment and bitterness, and let nae a one destroy the spirit in thee, and I shall follow a step and a half behind, just to make sure ye nae forget these things.