Today is celebration of love I want to express the immense feeling in my heart, my gratitude to all of you who meet the wee beings that come through my hands and recognise them and love them and hold their magic into your lives and that of your playing children. It is not always easy to entrust them into the unknown, for when I am stitching them and they are forming themselves in snippets of silks and soft colours, my finger tips feel the heartbeat of the elemental world and I love each and every one.
But how strongly they want to become, sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes struggling to squeeze their great feisty beings in through the eye of my needle, but always there knocking on the hidden doorways of inspiration - and how heartbreaking it would be for me if they were not experienced fully in their magicalness... but they are, they are! Across sky and sea they travel into waiting hands and hearts to live ever more fully through your love - and I am in awe every time I receive your words. I am deeply honoured that the wee beings have introduced me to so many kindred human beings.
And so I am sharing with you, just a few of these words in a weaving together of love...
Bibi, the gnome of change
|My daughter was sitting next to me while I was stitching and we both noticed this gnome tremble when he came alive in my hands. He now lives in wonder on the other side of the world, having blessed me with an introduction to a dearest friend|
|I am sending you a pic of Bibi who managed to place moon thread around dragon--- he seems to have tamed her.|
The Story of Peepo
In February 2014 I wrote this on the Magic Fairy facebook page:
The other night, late, I had just sealed up a package to post when I found myself forming a small head, cutting a bit of green silk, folding and stitching. Then a little square of soft blue green wool became the body and… yes, gathered at the bottom… that’s right like a finger puppet….ok ok, the hair and then the silk hat. But with the silk hat (a wisp of rainbow) I had started to grumble to myself and also a little out loud ‘there’s no need for this, why am I doing this, no one expects anyone extra in their packages, this is silly, I should be in bed, and if I am doing this why this complicated little hat eh?!’ With that I must have been a little brusk with my needle, because I got a sudden ‘Hey!’ ‘this is me, I may be small but I am here, just as much as the others, not insignificant, the rainbow hat is not up to you! its mine!’ I don’t think I exactly heard all those words inside, but I felt them. So I breathed and I stitched the hat and then gently dreamily we made a pink star flower too.
There in the middle of the night sitting on my floor I felt again the great blessing of my creative dance with these beings. I was humbled, for I had been somehow imagining that these little dear ones who occasionally need to slip into packages, (nearly always at the last minute) were something to do with me, and my love of little gifts. But I was reminded and it makes much more heartfelt sense, in all their often inconvenience - that these are the wee ones who want to go play and who might not get out any other way. I unsealed the package and popped this one in so that she could go and perhaps play peepo with babies in a far off land.
Now as I come to the end of this overlong fb post I think I know why I am writing it, it is to say…. If it so happens that you receive, alongside the wee ones that you are expecting, a small little other one, please know that often they have worked extra hard, with their whispering and tiny foot stamping, to get to you
An Excited Birthday Visitor
A magical Boy
|Your work is truly inspiring! I must confess I got a little teary-eyed when I see how you had captured my child in such a magical form!|
Blossom, given and received in trust
Deeply shared wonder of the earths birth of seeds of love for life
You are like the midwife to these wee ones and create the narrative through which the love is carried
|Each one is a promise of the new|
♡ My love to you - Sylwyn ♡