I made a fire in the fireplace last night as I listened to the welcome sound of rain. I lit candles to savor the quivering light in the dark.

My neighbor gave me a fairy door to go with my other fairy door.  A local man makes each one individually and gives them away.

Yesterday my neighbor and I  took a walk on the Oakwood Valley Trail to immerse in the fairy landscape there.  Water was still dripping from the morning rain, and it was a land of enchantment. 

Clearly there are all sizes and types of fairies.  I was reminded of Cathedral Woods on Monhegan Island off the coast of Maine.  We beckon our landscapes to open, to nourish what flourishes within and in the soil beneath our feet and the trees that rise from roots twined to feed.

I also nourish on words as lanterns, as stars and fairy lights.

So many I know are facing personal challenges right now, and the world is on edge and off balance, so I come to poetry and these words of  Mahmoud Darwish: 

 ‘A poem in a difficult time / is beautiful flowers in a cemetery.’”