With the New Moon approaching many of you are being called by the fairies. Fairy magic, like witch magic is connected to the moon. But fairies like to play under the New Moon. Maybe it's the magical starry night with no Moon to brighten the sky or maybe it's because the moon is there but can't be seen. Just like the Wee Folk. I’ve always said that some of us don’t learn to connect with the fairies l, we simply remember how. My own journey with the Good Folk began when I was a very little girl, long before I had words for what I was experiencing. Newfoundland has always been a land where the veil feels thin, where the wind carries whispers, and where the old stories never fully went quiet. The Irish and Scottish settlers brought their fairy lore across the ocean, and the land here welcomed it like it had been waiting. I grew up talking to the fairies the way other kids talked to imaginary friends. Except mine weren’t imaginary. They were present, curious, and sometimes downright chatty. One of my more recent memories was at the Tree of Life. That place has always felt like a portal. I saw a little being there, gnome‑sized, lying casually on a log, in the fog forest like he had all the time in the world. He looked right at me and said hello as I walked by. There was no fear, no question, just recognition. Like we already knew each other. Newfoundland fairy lore teaches that the Good Folk appear when the moment is right, when the land, the human, and the Otherworld all agree. And that’s exactly how it’s always felt for me. My encounters have never been forced. They’ve been invitations. The day I moved to the Tree of Life, when I was leaving an apartment that had held so much healing and transformation for me, another fairy appeared. She perched on the outside light fixture, glowing softly, almost like she was woven from the bulb’s halo. As I turned to say goodbye to the space, she said goodbye to me. It felt like a blessing, a closing of a chapter, a gentle acknowledgment that my time there mattered

I've been thinking a lot today about where my passions went. Not my passion for life. I love my work. It's the fun stuff that has gone missing. Just because I love my work and I'm passionate about it doesn't mean that it should be the only thing in my life. Our passions are the arrows that point towards our purpose. So what takes us off purpose? Burying what we are passionate about under what we believe we are supposed to do. I'm sure we can all think of passions we set aside to pursue careers, families, and other commitments. I know I can. I used to love camping, dancing, and painting. I would compare myself to others on the dance floor, in my art work, and even when I went camping. Camping was something I loved to do with my family. I tried going camping once in the past few years. Okay let's be honest here it was 5 years ago. I went once and decided that it was for families and young single partiers. I couldn't see people like me who were camping alone. So I didn't go back. I didn't ask anyone to go with me. I just quit. During the pandemic I started painting again. But after things started to open up I dove into volunteer work. Rebuilding my recovery community took up all my time. Again lets be honest here. I gave all my time to the volunteer work until I came to resent it and the recovery community I was volunteering with. I still have all my crafting supplies. My paints are dried up and my brushes are hidden away. I look at my friends who are artists and instead of remembering how much fun it was I compare myself to them. Video games was another passion. So much so that it became like an addiction. Today I barely play the games with my grandchildren and never alone. At one time I was interested in game design and now I don't even play. Why? It got complicated and I quit instead of remembering I was doing it for fun. Dancing...well I still do that alone in my living room but going out with friends. It has been a while. Reflecting on this today I realized that my passions lead me here to the purpose I love, to the work I love. The key is I stopped doing them when I started doing what I love. That's what causes burn out. Following our passions to our purpose it doesn't mean we stop when we find that purpose. When we stop following our passions we begin to lose our sense of purpose. That's what happened when I dove into service work. I gave up my personal passions and only worked in service.

I am done with the first section and it is saying 0% completed. Am I missing something or a step? Thank you!

Haven’t shared here in a while! Dawned on me that I have been making things for the faeries and little portals of enchantment this whole time. Hope everyone is well.

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