November, 2013. Some fun to keep our spirits bright during the holidays. Plus some serious stuff—which I hope also keep things bright. Let me know what you think.
Isn’t it amazing how someone can see a wonderful part of you that you’ve never noticed yourself? William Dreamdancer, an online buddy who is an astute man, noticed that I am a snow faerie.
Here I am, one of Santa’s Yule elves, and I never noticed I was a snow faerie. How could I have missed that? . . . Well, it makes sense. Because you don’t have to be a snow faerie to be a Yule elf.
Santa, impressed by what William said, made me one of his official Snow Faeries this year. That is the job title for elves who tend the snow.
Each Snow Faerie has a different job. Mine is to make snowflakes. I’ve gotten to make a lot of them, and making them makes me very happy.
On the mundane plane: I did a series of paintings in which there are snowflakes. It involved my drawing approximately one-hundred unique snowflakes. This post has some of those paintings. And that is why this post was written in November, even though I only posted it today: because drawing all those snowflakes gave me the idea for this blog.
And, in the mythopoetic realm that I construct for myself to live in, it was important to get a head-start by beginning to make snowflakes early. Because even just one snowfall uses up a lot of snowflakes!
I love snowfall, because I can watch my snowflakes blown hither and thither by the Wind Faeries.
Wind Faeries also make snowflakes drift lazily down on you when you go out to play in the snow. When they do, look carefully and remember I made each snowflake unique, especially for you.
Drawing snowflakes is a wonderful meditation. It centers me into sanity and sacredness, so I do not become caught up in holiday craziness. That’s one of the great things about working for Santa: I get to do things that keep me joyful.
You might want to try drawing snowflakes.