When I was a child, I would play wood-elves outside for hours.  We had a ring of box bushes that I would sit inside with my collie, Laddie.  He would sit solemnly, guarding me inside the ring, and I would pretend to be a wood-elf with all the rest of my imaginary wee folk with me.  I would find opened walnut shells on the ground; they were the elves’ beds.  I would sit very quietly, because everyone knows that elves can’t tolerate the noise of humans.  This picture, taken in Shenandoah National Park, is the closest I’ll get to being a wood-elf.  Due to the strangeness of angle and camera perspective, I look smaller and more diminutive of leg than usual.  But this makes me strangely happy.  🙂  Go figure.  Slainte, Lisa


Fairy Glen

Ever since I was a little girl, I have wanted to believe in wee folk, fairies, wood elves, whatever you like to call the sprightly creatures.  My rational mind tells me that this is foolishness; yet my thoughts easily go back to playing in the woods, laying out little half nut-shells for their beds under the trees when I visited glens like this one near Killarney, Ireland.

Call it too many viewings of “Peter Pan” as a child, or simply a yearning to fly in heaven one day.  God has placed in me an intense desire to fly someday…whether in a plane, or better yet, free-flying like a bird.   I have these amazing flying dreams where I can fly, and I never want to wake up.  Others in my immediate family have had these kind of dreams also, and they are a big hit with all of us.  How about any of you?  Had any awesome flying dreams lately?  If so, please share.  If not, please don’t laugh out loud too raucously.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa