Long ago in a time before time, the great Fairy Deva Ostara saw an unfortunate bird whose wings had been burnt by fire. As she was a compassionate Fairy Queen she changed the poor bird into a bunny. But alas Ostara had more heart than magical skill and the transformation was incomplete. The bunny could still lay eggs!

Forever grateful for being saved from what was sure to be a tragic fate, this egg-laying bunny went about saving these eggs and once a year would set out and deliver them to the people of the Human Realm.

The fairies in Ostara’s clan admired the bunny’s enterprise and recognized that the eggs were symbols of fertility, beauty and hope to the Human Realm so they decided to help the bunny. Some fairies dyed the eggs by boiling them with red cabbage or blueberries while others spent hours ornately decorating them with jewels and their very own fairy dust. Since fairies are known for their sweet tooth, some set about creating eggs from the richest chocolate and the sweetest hand spun candy.

As the spring delivery day approached, the Easter Bunny as she had now become known, would gather all the eggs for delivery to the human homes and place them in the waiting baskets and nests that the children had now begun to make. The fairies joined in the fun by concealing some of the bunny’s eggs in their favorite hiding places, secret places in the garden and in shady nooks in the woods, rocks and flowers. The children were then encouraged to seek out these eggs. This is the only time of the year that we humans are welcomed as intruders into the Fairy Realm.

The magic of the children’s smiles and laughter brings great joy to the fairy folk.
During the Easter egg hunt the children and their parents should be alert as the fairy folk are nearby and you may actually get a quick glimpse of a fairy and a bunny.

For about a year now Hathor’s meditations had been showing her a journey. At first it was very jumbled and confusing: fragments of landscapes, snippets of images that could have been anywhere. Nothing was consecutive; none of it made sense. Then, little by little, over time, the images had become clearer. Hathor had developed her powers of concentration, using her magic unconsciously, to strengthen her psychic abilities. She was convinced the scenes she saw in her meditations held a message for her. And last night she had seen the final scene in the journey. She was right. Her meditations were taking her to a place very close to her heart: the place where the unicorns lived.

Hathor covered the distance to the stand of trees in minutes. She tore her way through the little grove, racing toward the light that came through from the far side where the path opened out into a small meadow. When Hathor burst through the last of the trees, she saw them. There they were. Smaller than she’d imagined, pure white, with shiny, silky manes and delicate features. They startled a little bit when she appeared, their soft blue eyes darting around suspiciously. But they quickly settled back to grazing.

Astragulus canadensis, also known as Canadian milk vetch, grew in abundance all around the tiny herd. The creamy yellow flowers of the plant that looked a lot like wild lupin, Hathor knew, were only around for a month or two every summer. She wondered where the unicorns went and what they ate in the winter. Standing in the astragulus meadow, looking at the unicorns, she knew she had no time to waste.

This story written by Dr. Win Mellor-Hay is available in its entirety here or ask us for a paper copy and we will be happy to mail it to you or provide it at a show.

A Fairy Named Fire

Less than perfect is what they should say
She is not a steady fire
But a flame in the wind of reality that will sway
You cannot contain her: she must go free
No limits put can keep; she just goes on optimistic ferocity
Her flame may falter and flicker, but it will never go out
Still the onlookers whisper plagued by doubt
After all of this time you think people would have learned
Don’t mess with the fire unless you’re willing to get burned.
By Paolina Calabro, Nepean, ON

   Update of the fairies on the World Wide Web

• Photos of new fairies have been added to our Gallery and Egg Art sections. As well, we have new postcards for you to send to your friends and fellow fairy lovers.
• Fairys.com has been nominated for its fifth Golden Web Award for design content and originality
• Fairys.com has also won the World Web Award of Excellence

The Fairy Whisper

We are hear but a moment so she whispered to me
You’re surrounded by magic that you thought could not be
Time is passing so don’t sit there and let it go by
There’s a world you’ve not seen please just open your eyes
There is magic all around guiding your way
Just have faith and that will help get you through the day
Be not afraid of what you do not know our time is passing we soon must go
I leave you with this do not forget we were here in your time of need this whisper you will hear.
By Paolina Calabro, Nepean ON

Thank yous
Once again, our cheers of appreciation go out to the many friends and customers who help us throughout the season, especially…
Our newsletter contributors Dr. Win and Paolina
Our Fairy help Kimberlee and Brenda
Our Gift-Givers Lynda B., Brenda E., Kathy W. & Patricia P.

Spring is the time of year for love!		We hope to have fairy lovers to help us celebrate the dawning of the new season next year.
Watch for them at our Spring shows.

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