Butterfly Faerie

Last week I went to a butterfly conservatory. It was magical. I’ve been to many in my life and each time I visit, I encounter such memorable friends. Butterflies are beacons of transformation, love and manifestation. I sat in the conservatory surrounded by watercolors of wings and song birds. Sunlight, my partner and the fluidity of a waterfall. I was happy. I was at peace. I was free.

Release Meditation

Close your eyes. Breathe in deep.

You are free.

In this moment you have nothing holding you down.

Imagine yourself in a garden.

Under golden light and embraced by pastel pedals.

You have wings. Big, Soft, Beautiful wings.

The breeze softly beckons you.

Your wings embrace the wind and you begin to rise.

Fly. Be Free. Roam.

Fly with the butterflies.

Follow their colors across the sky.

You are wild, unbound, alive.

Fic Prompts: Strange Magic Monday

It wasn’t that snow never fell on the fairies’ kingdom, it was just that the forest tended to shelter them somewhat and they didn’t get much worse than the occasional dusting.

Waking up to piles of blueish snow covering the palace was not a usual winter thing.
Bog opened the window to poke at the powdery wall, frowning.

“Agh! What is that?”

Marianne, Princess of the Light Fields and Queen of the Dark Forest, could be a proper terror in the mornings on occasion, and Bog regretted opening the window.
“Just the cold, Tough Girl,” he said.

“Well turn it off! It offends me!” Marianne tried to burrow further under the blankets before her brain caught up with her eyes and she took note of the depth and color of the snow.

“Oh great,” she groaned. “The Winter Court.”