I found mystery and light this afternoon during a spontaneous visit to the Mt Coot-tha Botanic Gardens (I was secretly looking for the wee folk – shhh tell no-one).
Anyway, I walked right by these three … then backtracked for a closer look. The one on the left looks like Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean franchise if you squint (or squirt) hard enough. On second thoughts, maybe they crash landed from outer space – they do appear to be shuffling towards me repeating ‘Take me to your leader’ in their squeaky, squid-like slurping tones.
Although there wasn’t a fairy fort to be seen, I did find these lush ferns providing the wee folk with dappled shade from the early autumn sun. Faeries are lightning fast and just outside human perception, but if you quiet your mind, open your heart and breath deeply, you might be lucky enough to hear their music, their whispering and sweet giggles, or feel the brush of their wings as they glide by.
Thanks to May Gibbs, author of the Snugglepot and Cuddlepie series, every time I see a Banksia tree I remember cute gumnut babies and bad Banksia Men. A bad rap I think because I find Banksia fascinating and mysterious.
Is the brown banksia top right on lookout duty? Is the grey banksia bottom left, disguised as an owl or just has bushy eyebrows? Did the little people photobomb this image (bottom right)?
Who knows? It’s a mystery to me.
This photograph doesn’t show the true beauty of this pond nor the water lilies that cover it with elegance and grace.
In American Indian Fairy Tales by Margaret Compton, (1907) and the World of Fairies by Gossamer Penwyche, the North American Ojibwa Nation of the Great Lakes, regarded the stars to be good spirits and called it The Land of the Stars. Here luminous Star Maidens dwelt and watched the earthly comings and goings – vaguely reminiscent of Zeus keeping check from Mount Olympus.
The brightest of these stars so loved the land and its peoples that one night she came to a young brave in his dreams. She requested he ask the elders if they were okay for her to live among them. Of course they were delighted but asked the Star Maiden to choose a home for herself.
The Star Maiden searched high and low until one day she saw a beautiful white flower with its heart of gold float upon a lake. She decided the flower would become her new home, flew down and hid herself in its bloom. As the villagers came to wash early the next morning, they saw the lake gracefully covered with white water lilies.
So there she lies among the lily pads, brilliantly bright, fully awakening when The Land of the Stars is visible at night.