FEATURED FAIRY ARTIST SUE MILLER
* Undines *
Spirit fairies of the Water. Usually found in forest pools and waterfalls. They have beautiful voices and can sometimes be heard singing over the sound of the water. An offering of perfume will keep them in your favor. Love rules this "watery" creature.

A Recipe to See the Fae
On a Dawn morn or dusk eve, find a special bottle, a pretty one the Fae would like that is.
And pour into it
1 cup gathered spring or rain water
1 teaspoon of Pink Rose petals
1/2 teaspoon Lavender flowers
Add 3 Quartz crystals
Add 3 Amethyst Chips
1 pinch of Faery sugar (see recipe below)
Nine inch piece of pink ribbon
Now hide this away in a dark cool place for three days. On the third day, again at dawn or dusk, in a place you think you might spot the Fae, like an Oak tree, backyard or mushroom patch in the forest. Even a potted plant, herb or Flower will do. Tie a nine inch piece of Pink ribbon arond bottle neck. Next, close your eyes and sprinkle 9 drops over each eyelid of your 'Faery Potion Water', careful not to get it
IN your eyes! Next recite this Faery incantation and watch for the Fae.

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What is it that compels me to spend every spare waking hour here. Poised in front of a canvas, or curled around a piece of paper, painting and making marks as if my life, my entire existence depended on it. (I actually believe it does.) What is it that follows me as I drift into sleep, whispering stories and composing scenes in my mind that stay with me as I wake, then taking me by the hand, sometimes with force, and leading me back to the studio to learn how to speak them out loud?
Spring is in full bloom. For me, everything seems to have a story, and spring perhaps more than any. There is something magical about this time of year, and as I get older, the spring somehow becomes more important. With each bloom, a new story begins. As I frolic among the cherry blossoms with my little ones, I am reminded of my own childhood memories, and the enchanted springs of past.
At the beginning of May the weather was pretty dry. The garden looked a little worse for wear and was desperately in need of a good drenching.
I could have gone round with the watering can but it doesn't work the same kind of magic as rain. Besides, I had other things to do and I was feeling inspired to work on a new doll.
Us Gypsy Nomads have been happily on the road pretty much consistently since the end of March. We've played in all different types of venues, some new ones and some familiar.
Leafenheim city is becoming more and more out of control, and there have been other abandoned children found behind The Apple Worms Tavern than in last turn of the sun. Mama Kauppa has founded a new Order called The Order of a Free Nidlongdir. The aim of the order is to help the abandoned children, because most of them are left to die on their own.
Dear Diary,
I could feel it coming of course, but now being a Faerie I knew that I had to eventually try and fly. Somehow I couldn't help myself as I climbed the stairs to the roof of the Tabor Building Down Town.
It wasn't particularly high, maybe five stories... But still when I got to the edge of the roof I froze. The
ground was so far away and the concrete looked like such an Unyielding medium. Whereas my poor
little Fae Body seemed so gooshy and ever so splatable.
Living in the magic. Following the delightful response to our inaugural Enchanted Folk Faezine, we warmly welcome you here to the gorgeous Free Summer issue. This second publication is truly lovely with more beautiful articles from our regular EFzine contributors and some wonderful new columnists: Inspirational thinkers and imaginative musings. Wishing you a merry time in their enchanted company...
I was asked earlier in the year if I would attend a friend's wedding in Lindos on the island of Rhodes, Greece. How could I refuse? I have visited this most beautiful part of the world before and as always become enchanted by its beauty and medieval presence.
The heat of summer had baked the earth, the long golden grasses waved in the breeze. I sighed as I turned away from the sun drenched pastures that surround my home.
The Faeries, being a higher level of Entity than Man, live on a higher plane of reality than we do and they want to share that with us! As Ethereal beings they are less physically dense and for us to obtain a glimpse into their world is to lose some of our "denseness".
In light of the upcoming Mist Ball held in the Mist Circle by Mother Bug, I would like to know more about who Queen Agrafina really is. I went to the castle to get an appointment with her for an interview, but was rejected by her guards. I talked to a few fairies that are close to the Queen, but none of them would give me any information on her background...
Being a little late to spring cleaning this year, I am subjected to extra layers of dust. Not just the dust that sits on sills and covers lovely furniture, but there happens to be dust all over the cornered recesses of my mind as well.
The garden is full of blossom, all pale pink and gold - daffodils, wild cherry and the drift of Ladies' Smock that grows under the birches at the bottom of the garden. I have seen the first butterflies of the year, the Peacock and Small Tortoiseshell, a welcome sight after the winter.
Once upon a time, a small nation was plunged into civil war, leaving its people poor, dying, desperate. To escape, hundreds and thousands of people fled the country, risking death for the promise of safety in the golden country, any country but Vietnam.
My family was among them. Twice we failed.
Step into my kitchen, and rest a while your weary feet at my humble table. Breathe in the scent of drying herbs and freshly baked bread, and enjoy a sip of restorative nettle tea!
The tendrils of summer have finally touched upon our realm of oak and hazel, and while the sun beats down on our beautiful garden, blackbirds dance and sing, and the robin darts from fence to bush to tree, and the flowers sway happily in the gentle breeze.
And as the warmth and the flowers and the grass each grow, so too does the promise of new life within my belly; our new little miracle.
I have been visiting the Whispering Library outside Leafenheim city, to gather some information on how the Pilienu fairies build their houses. I was quite surprised to learn that they use the magic of nature.
Wistmans Wood, Devon's oldest woodland is near Tavistock, England. The wood is often referred to as "the most haunted place on Dartmoor", a place not exactly lacking a few ghost stories! The stories claim that after sundown the woods' inhabitants roam the moors; faeries, ghosts, druids, hounds and the devil himself. Locals don't go near the wood after sundown, which sounds very sensible under the circumstances!
It was a lovely sunny day and we thought it was the perfect day to go in search of the ancient oak trees at Chatelherault. We have been there a few times before and have always really enjoyed it. Chatelherault is a 500 acre country park in Hamilton, Scotland, built 250 years ago as the hunting lodge and summerhouse for the Dukes of Hamilton.