The Calm After the Storm

Hi dear friends and followers, thank you very much for making it here today. Today is Sunday and that means it's poetry day.

I would like to invite you take few minutes to relax and enjoy reading 

The Calm After the Storm

Great flashes of lightning interlacing

with dark, roiling, churning clouds;

mushrooming deep into the heavens,

Like a giant beast eating the starlit sky!

Another blinding flash was followed

by a huge, earth-shaking rumble.

It seemed as though earth and sky,

and the very stars themselves

were in the act of waging war!

Explosions of light rent the very air

Through which they traveled so sharp and swift.

Then came immense flame, shaped like a great bird;

Red and orange fire floated up,

then swallowed all, into the heavy, churning

dust-laden clouds above.

More blinding light issued forth from above;

A mountain shifted as its boulders danced around.

A stream of majestic, multifarious colors of light,

illuminated the dingy, dark, and grimy surface below.

Everywhere was chaos, light and darkness;

and from the stream of colored light

the darkness withdrew

and new life was born

from this light.

Like two hearts drawn together,

among the stars of the constellations they joined.

The power of light and darkness entwined as one;

and so it was also in the elements of the earth,

One heart of light and one heart of darkness.

All is in balance in darkness and light,

to dance upon the nebulae clouds,

shoot through the stars on a comets' tail,

make sparks, like jubilant children at play,

with their hopscotch and baseball bats!

In the stands do the the spectators watch;

they weave the fabric of a new reality,

upon which the essence of new life will arise.

Cosmic ashes to cosmic dust, and then the rebirth.

Sparks fly, hurricanes die, and all is calm

as the heart of light and the heart of darkness,

converge as one, one mind one heart.

The dust from the battle of rebirth settles,

and the stars in the heavens once again shine.

The moon arises on the eastern horizon,

shining down upon the Earth, with a silver glow;

ripples on the mirror-like water sparkle and dance

where new life has once again begun.

Two hearts are sewn,

mano y mano,

by the great constellation.

Eons have passed and the moon still rises.

By a trickling brook

sat two delicate and beautiful beings,glowing;

and lighting the grove of trees where they sat.

In such delight they were;

they sat on a rock embracing,

while their feet dangled idly

in the cool water of the gentle brook.

Under the moon's glow they sat,

connecting the dots

in the starry sky above,

in awe at it's grandeur,

its magnificence, and beauty.

They sat under the twinkling sparks of light,

that glittered as diamonds on a dark velvet veil.

Their eyes met that night,

atwinkle as the stars,

in the silence of the moonlight.

“Listen! Listen!” one of them said.

and from all around them could be heard,

a melodious sound, like the harp and the flute.

It was the Earth Spirit, singing her love song.

A love song it was, for all of her children,

of every species who nourished from her.

In a distant past this melody was called

the great whisper of the all of the gods.

What is this life force, so delicate and gentle,

whose ethereal essence is made of pure love,

and is able to defeat the darkness,

just by illuminating it from the inside?

The darkness lies in the mind, not the heart.

But when the heart and mind join,

the darkness fades,

like the early morning ground mist at dawn.

Gaze upon infinity, creator and created!

Beneath the peaceful splendor of the stars,

the tiny beings spread

their sparkling gossamer wings.

And off they go, dancing playfully

over the water of the pond.

The evening star arises, "the Star of Love,"

its glitter dust falls upon the Earth.

Composed by Cynthia ©

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✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Frizzy Lizzy time

Hi dear friends and followers, thank you very much for making it here today. It is Saturday and I would like to invite you take five and enjoy reading Frizzy Lizzy 

Frizzy Lizzy is at the kitchen table when her neighbor walks in.

“Hi, there! Sorry I didn't hear you come in. I was pretty deep in thought. Sure, the coffee's ready, and so is a chair, so pour one and sit down for a bit.

“I just got a letter from my friend, Diane. We've been friends since we were five years old. No, I won't tell you how long ago that was! What I will tell you is that it's a lot of other friendships ago!”

“It's such a shame that everyone seems normal until you get to know them. Then you find out that they're crazier than you, and you know how that works: never give your car keys to anyone crazier than yourself!

“Friends may come and friends may go, but enemies accumulate.”

“There are several different kinds of friends, to be sure, but I usually get just a few of them in my life, and none of them are rich and generous with their money.

“I've had some strong friendships. They were so strong that they lasted right up to the time that one of us needed help moving!

“I have some friends that I call every day. They're the ones who owe me money.

“For me to celebrate Friendship day is like a lumberjack celebrating Arbor day.”

“It's hard for me to make new friends at my age. That's one good thing about being older.

“A friend will always tell you exactly what she thinks. I guess that makes me friends with just about everyone!

“I have no problem with my friends asking to borrow money. I like a good laugh as much as the next person.”

“When you come right down to it, life is all about ass. You are either covering it, losing it, laughing it off, kicking it, kissing it, busting it, trying to get a piece of it, acting like one, or living with one.”

“And on that cheery note, remember: An optimist is someone who believes that we live in the best of all possible worlds. A pessimist is afraid that this is correct.

Thanks for letting me vent myself. I know, I did all the talking. I'm sorry. Thank you for being such a true friend.”

Thank you for dropping in to visit Frizzy Lizzy, hope you have enjoyed. I would appreciate knowing what your thought Thank you and have a wonderful week.

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Hi dear friends and followers.
The State of New Jersey was populated by Native People of the Delaware or Lenape Tribe. This tribe had three clans: the Munsee, or Bear Clan; the Unami, or Turtle Clan; and the Unalachtigo, or Turkey Clan. They spoke a language in the Algonquian family and had similar legends and mythology.
Please tell me what you think of the material that I have been sharing with you here. Is it what you want to see? Do you want to know more about their religious beliefs and how they saw the cosmogony or are you happy with stories that reflect their daily lives? I am grateful for the time that we share and I will do my best to make it pleasant for you.
With love and light,
Cynthia
The Fairy Lady

THE HUNTER AND THE OWL

Once a Delaware man and his wife went on a long hunt quite a way from the village. They had been out several days without having any luck when one night as they were sitting around their camp fire an owl hooted from a tree near by and after hooting laughed. 

This was considered a good omen, but to make sure of this the hunter took a chunk of fire and retired a little way from the camp under the tree where the owl was perched, and laid the chunk of fire on the ground, and sitting by it began to sprinkle tobacco on the live coal and talk to the owl. He said: 

"Mo-hoo-mus (or Grandfather), I have heard you whoop and laugh. I know by this that you see good luck coming to me after these few days of discouragement. 

I know that you are very fond of the fat of the deer and that you can exercise influence over the game if you will. I want you to bring much game in my way, not only deer, but fur-bearing animals, so that I may return home with a bountiful supply of furs as well as much dried meat, and I will promise you that from the largest deer that I kill, I will give you the fat and heart, of which you are very fond. I will hang them in a tree so that you can get them." The owl laughed again and the hunter knew that he would get much game after that.

The next morning he arose early, just before day, and started out with his bow and arrow, leaving his wife to take care of the camp. He had not gone far before he killed a very large buck. 

In his haste to take the deer back to camp so that he could go out and kill another before it got too late, he forgot his promise to the owl and did not take out the fat and heart and hang it in the tree as he said he would do, but flung the deer across his shoulder and started for camp. The deer was very heavy and he could not carry it all the way to camp without stopping to rest. He had only gone a few steps when he heard the owl hoot. This time it did not laugh as it had the night before.

The owl flew low down, right in front of the man, and said to him: "Is this the way you keep your promise to me? For this falsehood I will curse you. When you lay down this deer, you will fall dead." The hunter was quick to reply: "Grandfather, it is true I did not hang the fat up for you where I killed the deer, but I did not intend to keep it from you as you accuse me. I too have power and I say to you that when you alight, you too will fall dead.

We will see who is the stronger and who first will die." The owl 

made a circle or two and began to get very tired, for owls can only fly a short distance. When it came back again, it said: "My good hunter, I will recall my curse and help you all I can, if you will recall yours, and we will be friends after this." The hunter was glad enough to agree, as he was getting very tired too. So the hunter lay the deer down and took out the fat and the heart and hung them up. When he picked up the deer again it was much lighter and he carried it to his camp with perfect ease. His wife was very glad to see him bringing in game. She soon dressed the deer and cut up strips of the best meat and hung them up to dry, and the hunter went out again and soon 

returned with other game.

In a few days they had all the furs and dried meat they could both carry to their home, and the hunter learned a lesson on this trip that he never afterwards forgot, that whenever a promise is made it should always be fulfilled.

Thank you for reading this Iroquois legends and history, I would appreciate knowing what your thought Thank you and have a wonderful week.

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

HOW THE FAIRIES WORKED MAGIC

If the Iroquois were not such an important People in North America, holding the greatest portion of New York state and parts of Ontario, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey; and if their ideas of self-government did not form the basis for the United States Constitution, it would be easy to say that we have studied their myths and legends to a sufficient degree. Considering that this is not the case I am posting once more an Iroquois fairy tale that is, to me, a beautiful story. I hope that you enjoy it. After this it's on to visit with the Delaware clans of New Jersey.

I am most grateful for the time that we share on this blog and wherever we meet. I love hearing what you have to say about these legends and myths.​

​With love and light from

Cynthia

The Fairy Lady

HOW THE FAIRIES WORKED MAGIC

Once a little Indian girl was very sad and unhappy. The Great Spirit had taken her father and mother, and she had gone to live with relatives who did not want her. Often she went to sleep hungry, for only the scraps of food that were left from a meal were given to her.

One day, the relatives of the little girl brought in a fine deer from the chase, and made ready for a feast. They told the girl to get out of the lodge, for there was neither room nor meat for her.

The girl ran and hid herself in a great field of corn. There she cried aloud.

Soon a band of strange Little People gathered about her, to comfort her. On all sides, from the folds of the green corn stalks they came.

They stroked her head, wiped the tears from her eyes, and said, “Don't cry, little girl. We will take care of you. You shall come and live with us. We will make a feast for you. We know why you are sad, for we can read the thoughts of earth children. Come with us, and we will show you more wonderful things than you have ever seen.”

At this the little girl dried her tears, and smiled at the kind Little People.

“You are very good to me,” she said. “Who are you?”

“We are the Jo gah oh,” they replied, “the Little People. Come, and we will show you what we can do.”

Then they slipped some winged moccasins on her feet. They wrapped her in an invisible blanket and put a magic corn plume in her hair, and the next moment all were flying through the air.

They flew to a ledge of great rocks. At the touch of the Little People, the rocks opened, and they passed within.

The girl found herself in a beautiful lodge. Kind Jo gah oh mothers were baking cakes and roasting meat. They welcomed the girl, and soon a feast was spread in her honor.

Now the heart of the little girl was so light that she danced with joy.“What wonderful people you are! Can you go anywhere, or do anything you wish?”

“Yes,” said the little chief, “the Jo gah oh are small, but they are great. Come with us, and you shall see what we can do.”

Again they were flying through the air. Soon they reached the lodge where the girl had lived. It was night, and her relatives were asleep, but she could see the deer hung outside ready for the feast.

“Now,” said the Jo gah oh chief, “we will call out a pack of wolves from the wood yonder, and there will be no fat deer for this selfish feast at sunrise.”

Now no wolves had been seen in that wood for many moons. But at the call of the fairies, a pack sprang from it, ran to the lodge, seized the deer, and tore it to shreds. Then they again disappeared into the wood.

The little girl's eyes were large now with wonder, as they flew back to the fairy lodge in the rocks, but she was not afraid of these strange Little People. She was so happy with them that she wished that she might always live in a Jo gah oh lodge.

One morning, the little chief said, “Today we shall see some more wonders.”

This time a tiny canoe was waiting. They stepped into it and sailed down a river until they came to a great tree.

“In that tree,” said the little chief, “lives a great, black bear. Every day he comes out that door you see high up in the bear tree. I will make the door fast so he cannot open it. A deep sleep will fall on him. He will sleep for many moons.”

Then the chief threw three stones thorough the open door of the bear tree. Each time, a flame spread like a blanket over the door. A growling and scratching could be heard within. Then all became still.
“Now,” said the chief, “thebear will sleep until I call him in the spring. He is locked up for the winter. Come, let us go on.”

The little girl drew her invisible blanket closer, as the canoe went sailing with the birds through the clouds. The birds that were swift of wing called loudly for a race.
“Come on!” said the fairy chief.

Then he spread wide the invisible sails of his canoe, and flew past the birds like a streak of lightning. Even the eagle was left far behind. They seemed to shoot through the sky.

And, oh, what fun it was to be a bird!

The little girl would have sailed on forever, but the little chief said, “You shall now return to your people. We have given them soft hearts and kind minds. They are calling for you. They will be glad to see you.”

They greeted her with joy, spread a soft skin for her to sit upon, and gave her the best food. And the little girl lived with them, ever after, and was happy.

Thank you for reading this Iroquois legends and history, I would appreciate knowing what your thought Thank you and have a wonderful week.

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Universal Harmony?

Hi again dear friends and followers. I hope you are having a wonderful Wednesday. Wednesday is poem day, and I am pleased to say that I have one to present to you today, Universal Harmony.

Take five, relax and enjoy 

Universal Harmony?

There is a place, far, far away,

even farther than the farthest planet from Sol.

There, in another galaxy, far across space and time,

a world where the light of its bright magenta skies,

and its bright golden sun has not reached us yet.

A venture into our stargazed universe unfolds,

as we fly as ghosts through the void.

The worlds before us that unfold are

created as they are being dreamed;

Every soul creating its own galaxies,

where many creatures therein dwell,

beasts yet to know that they exist,

in the manifestation of any soul's dreams.

Some creations are so beautiful that

one falls to their knees to reverence!

No word is exchanged, only thoughts from feelings,

from minds and hearts to unbounded Universe!

A plethora, no a myriad, variety of beasts reside here.

They are straight out

of the Earth's mythologies.

Yes, even those called dragons are present,

as much in evidence as fairies and elves,

elementals and mermaids; they are all here;

and dragons so rare they are more precious than gold.

It's a mystical journey into the magical domains,

for in this realm all that can potentially be, is.

It is in the realm of both creator and creation.

In the awareness of the realities,

there is no distinction between the two.

When we dream, and when we write,

when we daydream or read a book,

images real and fanciful course through our minds.

From these fables our own imaginations grow,

and a new world in the heavens is born.

Like the single spark that becomes a flame,

or a new star in an immense nebula - 

a nebula of chaos it is not,

for there is order in the chaos -

A chaos of other potentials to be born.

There! Over there floats an emerald green sphere,

warmed by the light of a ocher colored star!

Of Dragon Tales...real they are, chaos they are not.

Such are the beings that were only the guesses 

of writers and artists, in fantasy and legend;

beings romantic under a lavender moon,

followed by a golden moon on the horizon.

Beautiful beings, they were, glowing of their own light,

their long, dragonfly wings sparkling in the moonlight.

A dragon flying lazily above all it sees;

guardians they are, of the world below,

which faintly glows in all its worldly elements.

All is in balance; all is in harmony; all is well,

in this place of beauty, safety, and love,

Never to be to be touched by the forces of darkness.

Dragons of darkness await their time,

to upset the order of safety and love.

The dragons of darkness must never be allowed

to enter this world so close to perfect as it is.

So they will, from across the galaxy, come;

the dragons of light are prepared to do battle.

The other creatures of the forest rest,

unaware of any approaching danger.

The beings with the dragonfly wings

sit by the lake in the moonlight,

in a world in peril, a world at the mercy

of the dark dragons and the chaos they bring.

Never have they known before,

a world without love, and safety, and peace.

The dragons of light know no way to warn

those who know not fear and danger and harm.

Ancient battles were never told to the innocent.

These battles began in the deepest reaches the universe.

A star becomes a nova, creating,

an emended nebula cloud of dust and gas.

The dragons of light pursue their deadly chase.

In a nebula they met, and lightning flashes,

as the dragons of light and darkness clash.

A brilliance lit the sky above the emerald green planet

with all the brightness of a second sun.

The writer's pen flows, and another world is born.

Once conceived, once believed,

Yesterday's dream is now today's reality.

From cosmic dust to cosmic systems,

The cosmic dust is the paper the pen flows over.

Composed by Cynthia ©.

Thank you for reading this poem, I would appreciate knowing what your thought are on this weeks poem of the week. Thank you and have a wonderful week.

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿