Fairies dwell here...

As they do in every forest.

This week, I built a fairy house in a mother oak, and it came to life before my eyes.

At first, I was just placing a door on a tree, but then the earth said "move me," and the rocks said, "set me aside," and the twigs said, "use me as a bridge. . ."

Before I knew it, I was landscaping and building an arc around the doorway, and then the giggling started.

The first time I heard the giggling was in Oregon, deep in the woods of one of the many trails to a waterfall in our wettest state in the union. It started like a tickle behind my ears, a tingling of energy in my body. Then, a dart of light. And a mushroom sighting. Then a cairn. The waterfall glistens with magic.

These are the signs of elemental presence. Fairies are everywhere, but they can only sparkle a glimpse into the 3rd dimension. You have to allow your 3rd eye and 6th senses to let go of the 3D and slip into the 4th.

Then you will hear the giggle. Feel the spark.

I have been working with fairies as long as I can remember, although, when I was younger, I was told it was "make believe," but now I know it wasn't. From the series that dance with me behind the log in our backyard, to the fairies that I drew in high school—some of my first artistic expressions of a talent I didn't know I had, but that they awakened in me, to the fairies that followed me from Oregon to Scotland to Colorado and, now, to Tennessee...

I have a vila ferry tattooed on my shoulder, symbolizing the freedom I felt in spreading my wings in walking away from the 9 to 5 world.

But I had never made a fairy house as of yet. So today was special, on this Fibonacci day—10-11-23. I hope they like what I created with love, joy, and childlike wonder. That's the recipe, in case you wondered.

If you build it, they will come.