Fairy Woodland
Fairy Store

Life begins with an open and unlimited imagination. We invite you see with your imagination and give yourself permission to believe what you see. The world is alive, Fairies are real, and they peek out at us from every Earth place that remembers the wild. Let the Fairies take your imagination by the hand and lead you to the threshold. On the other side, there is magic.

The Lighthouse CY53

 The Lighthouse CY53 in  at Fairy Woodland
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Dimensions: 21 x 12 x 7inches

wood: Driftwood - root piece; Alderwood & baby acorns
Stones: Polished agate & Rainforest stones (Olympic)
Sand: Mystical mix
This house lights up with 6 LED's, power pack included

“It wasn’t always this like this,” Grimdel puffed, going up the stairs. “Fairies would be coming and going all the time. But that was before.”
    Before. I knew she meant before the builders came and built People homes; cutting down the trees, filling in the marsh and trampling the flowers that the fairies traditionally used for their homes.
    “Do you think they’ll come back?” I asked.
    She turned and looked at me, like I was daft or at the very least born since the last solstice.
    “Would I have built this lighthouse if I thought not?” she asked.
    It’s important to Grimdel that the fairies return to this little knoll, to Acorn Woods, as the fairies call it. She’s a musician, a rare type of field mouse that sings to the oak trees to inspire them to make big, rich acorns for the mice, squirrels and other beasties that depend on them for food. Without the fairies to lend their magic, the acorns had been disappointingly small of late, and many animals fell asleep hungry curled up  in their burrows under the winter snow.
    “I started out lighting one lamp, to show them the way home. But I don’t think they could see it, they didn’t come! So I got some carpenter ants to help me and built the 2nd story, then last year the third, and now this, the fourth. Look!”
    We’ve made it to the top of the winding steps and I look into the single room on the fourth floor - by far the most beautiful, as sunlight is reflecting off the fairy glass and pouring through the giant rose quartz, splashing happy pink light around us.
    “The people have been planting flowers like mad this year, and the fruit trees are abloom - the birds are coming back, so it stands to reason that the fairies will return.” Grimdel reasoned. “And then there’s this inviting light...I put it on at dusk and sing songs all night, calling them back. I’m sure they’ll be back soon. Don’t you think?”
    Unlike the little field mouse, I’ve seen the freeways that circle this area, I’ve smelled the smoke from the factory and I’ve heard the sounds of people close by. I’m not so sure the fairies will come back.
    “You see fairies, don’t you?” she asked. “Tell them to come back, we miss them so terribly. Life without them is...just...”
    A shadow falls across the window. Is it a cloud...or could it be...was that a fairy?



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