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I often write in my bio to be used at the end of a story or the back of an anthology or book which contains my writing that I believe the world is still filled with mystery, magic, and miracles. And I do still believe. But I think the number of us who still listen to the voices of the cicada and crickets in September as they foretell the arrival of autumn is growing smaller.

When the first star appears in the dusky sky, less and less of us make a wish. When salt spills, fewer and fewer of us toss a few grains over our left shoulder into the devil’s eye. And I don’t know many other people who still make sure they put their right shoe on first in the morning so they’ll have a good day.

The magic which permeated our lives and world is slowly vanishing. Perhaps it’s because many people don’t believe any more. Perhaps it’s because the hum of air conditioners and thrum of automobile’s have made it too hard for us to hear the whispers of fairies in the garden.

I’ve heard the term, Granny Witch, used to describe women who dabbled in herb-craft, storytelling, and maybe a bit of dousing. The women who say a prayer or make a wish for good health as they knit a blanket for a baby. The girls who add not just sugar and flour, but blessings, to every cake they bake.

I suppose as a teller of stories, a grower of herbs, a star-wisher, cloverhand, and knitter & crocheter of special gifts, I qualify as a Granny Witch. and I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.

Here’s the link for a fabulous essay on Granny Witches at Appalachian Ink, the blog of writer Anna Wess.

 

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 The appearance of my article, “Tussie Mussies – Victorian Talking Bouquest,” in the newest issue “Faerie Magazine” was a thrill for me. But it isn’t the only exciting faery thing happening in my life.

At the moment, I’m awaiting the publication of my story, “Tootsie’s Grass River Tours & Amusement Park,” in Sam’s Dot Publishing’s “Sideshow II.” This strange story features a gang of spriggans. And they’re not the smiling, clumsy spriggans of some tales. No. No. My spriggans are growling, spitting, nose-picking fellows with evil in their hearts.

As I was writing the story, I asked on Facebook  for the input of my friends: “Who should my evil faerieworld race be– goblins or spriggans?” Spriggans won, hands down.

Which brings me to a new question, asked here and on Facebook. I’m busy writing several stories for themed anthologies and I want to put some faerieworld creatures in them. I’ve already chosen a Japanese water spirit, a Ningyo, for the protagonist of one tale, but I want to feature another lesser-known faery creatures in each of the other stories.

 So readers, what is your favorite creature or race of creatures from the world of Faerie? Giants or trolls or merrow or…

And if you happen to be in a bookstore or want to visit their website: www.faeriemagazine.com , why not pick up a copy of Issue #20 and read my article which concludes with: “There’s no better way to communicate with nature spirits than in the language of flowers. So gather some herbs and flowers… leave … in a sheltered garden spot or nestled amongst the roots of an oak tree. Nearby fairies, elves, and sprites are sure to send thank you blessings your way.”

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