Faerie Writings

April 20 2019

Introducing (now named) Kalara Arayonwen born 12:15pm on the 10 of April 2019 (3 days after her Mamau – indeed a special gift!) in a beautiful water birth by the Cornish Ocean. This powerful little being shot down like a shooting comet from the stars and I’m so very grateful that she chose me to learn and grow with on this ever changing planet . Kalara came very strongly as her name by her incredible Yaya (Grandmama) and it means triple sun as she came in liken to the strongest and most pure ray of sunlight in the middle of the day!

For her second name came Arayonwen. My ancestry is Welsh and it is also my favorite Celtic language so twas no surprise that one of her names would be such! (Welsh is also what Tolkien based The Elvish language on!) Arayonwen and in Welsh spelt Aryunwyn means pure white light and holy silver …. (thank you Mark!)

I am so grateful for my incredible Mamau (Welsh for Mother) and sister Elysha for their abundant flow of support, thank you thank you thank you. I also want to say a huge thank you to Julia (my wonderful Midwife) for her loving, kind support and skills.

To all of Kalara’s and my beings: angels, faeries, star beings, guides, ancestors (especially you Daddy and my Margie) thank you for holding the space
You choose a good time to arrive little one, flowers and new life are in twinkling abundance.

HUGS XOXO

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November 19 2018

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At this moment in time of remembrance, love and strong feeling and emotion for my Father, it feels very much an apt and felicitous time to also share with the world that in 4 months from tomorrow (dependant upon this little ones preference! ) on the 19th March 2019, another grand yet small little being will be making their appearance here on earth and in my life!! already I feel their small yet grand spirit rushing through in streaming words and dancing feelings…..

“A tiny little being has flown down to be with me…
streaming like a shooting star, twirling and swirling alongside my soul.
In a dippy wondrous way burrowed deep within my spiral. Little being gently grows the essence of this spirit knows.

I feel an increased tingling almost liken to a jingling. Consistently a smile is kissed upon my lips,
the light of such a being to fly with me and dip through the many twists and turns of life’s delight
The timbre of the music, the adventure of this flight.

Little though you seem right now… but grand is your being beamed.
I cannot wait to meet you here… that much now is bouncingly clear, with smiles and a crystal tear.
Wondrous being oh so near. ”

-Kachina Aimee 19 Nov 2018

#expectingababy #soexcited #specialmoments #loveyoudaddy #wishyouwerehere #grandlittlebeing #joyous #creation #magical #wonder #music #dancing #words

May 21 2018

“You see I feel those circled orbs nearby…

Gently waiting to catch the light..

To run along a distant sunbeam..

To travel closely liken to a star dream…

In this dream I’m a shooting star…

Streaking across the twinkled sky…

Racing towards a lake of blue…

Azure and crystalled sparkling hues…

Down I zoom into this whirlpool of blues….

Reflected in the water light… a lady of white burns so bright…

My eyes enchanted as my heart to this sight….

I want to keep dreaming this speckled dream…

Where we are stars and lights and beams

And orbs who hover wherever we choose…

Racing upon a sunlit beam to other worlds and ever realms…

Faery doors for tiny selves a tiny universe amongst the shelves

Of the Library of ancient thought…

Perusing along this wisdom so…

Another life is sewn and grows….

Sprinkle now your special dust… just simply smile in magic trust. ”

#dreamsarereal #iliveformydreams #nothingseverasitseems #gleams #faeries #shootingstars #magic #iswhatweare #imagine #beams #suns #composer #poet #happynow

May 16 2018

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And as the flames leapt unto the air, you couldn’t help to daze to stair.

Lost upon a memory, weaving back to centuries.

Fires spiralling out to the sea from the centre of Uisneach.

A wishing tree.

Honoured to be here on this magical earth.

So many cycles, death and rebirth.

Phoenix anew…. Smiling through she grew . She grew.

March 9 2018

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Sweet bluebell Faery she gently sleeps, until that precious moment when her tiny head peers up and out from her icy winter slumber. And from all around her floods of blue bell faeries yawn greeting the new spring and twinkly dawn.

The Morning star waves from way up high with a happy notion by and by… The blue bells gather in many clusters, mirroring the heavens so. The Ravens magic and the sacred crow gather on this joyous occasion.

Awakened are all, beings grand and small. Knobbly trees and graded stones. Angel hugs and pixie thrones. There’s many a tale to be told. So to which one does your heart mold? What makes it sing and what takes its hold?

January 28 2018

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And as she slept (Original Poem 2015)

And As She Slept

They sprinkled their secrets
Of magic untold
Of lands where their sweetness
would roll out in folds
and make holy holds

Of stories so bold
all as she slept,
and she slept
Swift and soundly

Swimming through tunnels or pink and gold
Dimensions of sound created and told
Through a place through the window
and a Pocketful of sunshine

Shimmering the on the dust
That door is there so do trust
In the magic, yes magic
So full and so warm

In radiates inside an indescribable storm
A wordless prayer mountainous in form
And she slept in this love
A soul was so born from above.

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January 15 2018

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Back home on the lovely English soil but on the plane this photo and poem came and magic as ever rains and rains:

These icicle faeries dancing on ice
Twinkling in rainbows sparkling so wise
Caught in the light of a bright sun beam
Golden and rainbow silver they gleam

Liken to the stars they grow grow grow
Whispering secrets they sow sow sow
And home I am in wander lit frost
As powerful as Suns

As green as moss
I’m lying with icicle sparkles anew
Letting them tickle me through and so new
A garland it floats upon my head

Glimmering now in my rosy tread
Tasting snow frost on my tongue
Soul is smiling being is young
Oh these twinkly icicle stars

Dancing on air faeries we are
Dazzling brightly across starlit realms
I’m in awe and overwhelmed
With a joy so strong you can feel it’s hold

The way it glows and weaves and proudly moulds
And ever beautifully grows and shows
Oh the magic it shall snow.

December 5 2017

Bubbled rings and diamond stars

Ringing strings and realms of far

In my dreams and in my heart

In my love and musical bars

Strung along in the notes that glide

And in the ways my fingers slide

Across the humming tones of new

Like night time jasmine up they grew

High into the ever skies

Mirrored bubbles in my eyes

Weaving together and dancing around

Making the echoes and whispery sounds

This harp resides within my heart

Propelling me forward to this happy start

Diamond stars are who you are

And bubbled rings forever sings.”

October 31 2017

Pixies and two silly elves,

Forever laughing do we delve

Into mischievous fun it’s just begun

This newish dew this tickling hue

Dreams do seem so real and feel

The frost glistening rainbow on the

Greenest lushest grass

Always have, always dream,

Always real it always seems..

Glinting there in forever gleams…

I’m a faery through and through with pointed ears

Bare feet as shoes…

My wings as clear as the strongest wind

Lifting me higher to a golden seam.”

September 17 2017

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Longleaf magic on a long leafed dew
Tiptoeing through ever greens ancient lands anew
Glistening on the mossy beds
Ferns swaying in their stead

And skipping over a four leaf clover
I’m twirling around over and over
To the awe of this place
A most ancient grace