FlashFeb Frame

FlashFeb

What is Flash Feb?

My CLmooc friends doodle every day.  Some have even invited us to a #FlashFeb — a creative prompt every day in February to respond as you wish. Find the details:

• About FlashFeb
• Prompts
• An Invitation

The prompt page displays a list of prompts for the twenty-eight days of February– one word prompts and an image. Click the image to a page for each prompt with suggestions and links to help get started.

February 13

Today’s Prompt: Frame

One of my favorite frames is the one containing the little note that my granddaughter left for the fairies that live around our house– the ones who leave coins beneath their portals to the fairy world– the wishing rocks. Wishing rocks are those of one color with a band around them in another color.

Whenever the grandkids visited, the first thing they would do us run around the yard to the wishing rocks, lift them, and pull out the coins. They’d put them in a pile and share them up evenly, then head to the gas station down the street for ice cream.

— a poem story from a post about our adventures with fairies: When the Grandkids Were Little.

So… we have many rocks in our yard, found around our different travels and brought home. But many are very special, from when our grandkids were little. Let me explain with a repost of a story of our yard from another one of my blogs:

It’s hot: hard to breathe in the sun. I swing, however, in the shade of the arms of our Ent, an immense American plane tree (sycamore). This is my favorite place. What would be better is if a grandchild or two cuddled next to me, perhaps licking an ice cream cone from the Chevron down the street, purchased with fairy money.

Yes, we have fairies who regularly visit our home, lifting the wishing rocks to place money for grandkids. What is a wishing rock? It’s a solid colored rock with a ring of another color banded around it. Make a wish as you remove the money, and place the rock carefully back in its place.

Now the delicate fairies, seen as sparkles occasionally in the large notched leaves of our friendly Ent, spend much of their time elsewhere, searching for the coins and bills dropped carelessly and lost by humans. Zapping the treasure into magical purses spun of cloud-white unicorn hair (which lightens the load and frames an invisible shield so no one can see), the friendly fairies frolic in the canyons each night. They plop their fortune into the bunch grass as they romp and play, celebrating the day. When humans venture near, the fairies’ magic presents their being as evergreen trees, branches spread out as they freeze in their dance steps, like ballerinas posed in various stances. If you turn your head at just the right moment, you may be blessed to see the blur of a cape flowing like the wind as the fairy spins into another pose.

And in the very early morning, just before dawn, and often accompanying Tomtens who check on the health and joy of the humans they tend, the fairies fly to each of their homes (the mushrooms and wishing rocks and leaves of the Ents), dividing their treasure and dashing pieces underneath the very stones they call home. For the rings of the wishing rocks are the keys to the portals into the fairy world. In exchange for their bounty, they expect the rocks to remain in place in their spots so the fairies can enter and exit freely, from one world to the next.

So, grandchildren, take the offering thankfully, make your wish, and replace each stone in its spot. And remember:

Fairy rings kept by thee, each to a special spot;
We wispy things thrive in both worlds, and not forgot;
Dreams and wishes we weave for thee
Hope be the warp, thy future to see;
Joy be the weft, peace kept internally;
From fairies to humans, these gifts we provide
For keeping our rocks, our rings; we’ll abide.

~ Rae of Coulee

Go boldly and scatter seeds of kindness…

Love,
GrammaSheri Edwards at Sheri42: Fairy Friends

And so another poem … on rocks…

When our grandkids were little…

Everywhere around the yard
A rock peeks out for you to find
Ones with quartz ringed around
Ones a fairy left behind
Lift it up and look below
Coins are left from fairies kind
Pick them up and share today
Place back again for different times.

Sheri Edwards
052922 150.365.22
Poetry/Photography

I let this also be one of my “doodles” for the day, but created by my granddaughter when she was about seven.