05 May Fairies & Laughing Plants
Saleena: I love Fairies! I have Fairies here at GardenSong. Sometimes I get to moving so fast with so much to do, I miss them. I love Susun Weed’s wonderful sense of nature and sense of humor! She is a wonderful storyteller so I thought I would share her wisdom guidance for connecting with Fairies and Plants. This is fun and informative advice with stories about Fairies and Devas. Sometimes Gardening sweeps me up into such a flurry of activities in the Spring that it is good to be reminded that if I want to connect more with the Fairies, I have to slow down, relax and listen more.
Frolicking With the Fairies
(image: vintage Oilette postcard)
by Susun S Weed
Source: Wise Women eZine May 3, 2016
My friend Elsa always talked to plants. I thought she was crazy. Safely insane, but definitely disassociated from reality. Until the plants laughed at me.
Autumn of 1980, returning home from a rare dinner out after a healing intensive at my land in the Catskills, I stopped to get my mail. An unusual envelope contained a $500 money order, signed “Mother Nature,” and this note: “It’s my birthday and I could think of no better gift than giving you the means to build a shelter for your teaching.”
How wonderful. How perplexing. Even way back then, five hundred dollars would not put down a floor, let alone walls or a roof! What building could I create with such a large gift of such a small sum? In a waking dream I saw the answer.
I bought a tipi. It arrived. I put it up. I decided to sleep in it, at least until it got too cold.
Have you ever slept outside? If so, you know it is very noisy outside at night. The dark is filled with sounds: mosquitoes and katydids, crickets and frogs, geckos and bats, whippoorwills and coyotes. Those sounds soon became background noise to my nights in the tipi.
Background to the thunderous noises made by the monsters just outside the tipi. It’s amazing how loud a small animal moving in the dark is. No monsters were out there, of course, just the night shift: possums, skunks, raccoons, flying squirrels, and the occasional deer. As I began to recognize the “monster” sounds, they became business-as-usual noises, and I relaxed even more. That’s when the laughter began.
At first it was a quiet chuckle, mirth contained. Then it grew and swelled until it was a belly laugh. Like the rolling of thunder across my mountains, the laughter spread and reverberated.
“Who is laughing?” I thought. “We are,” came the reply in my mind.
“Who?” “Us, the plants.”
“The plants are laughing.” “Yes, oh, yes.”
“Because you are happy or because something is funny?” “Because you are funny.”
“What makes me funny?” “You tell people that herbal medicine developed by trial and error.”
“What’s so funny about that? What other way could we have learned which plants are edible, which are poisonous, and how to use them for food and medicine?” “Trial and error is too slow.”
“But there isn’t any other way.” “Sure there is!”
“What what?” “What are you doing?”
“What am I doing?” “Yes!”
Long pause. Laughter. Peals of laughter. Breathless, red-faced, rolling-on-the-floor laughter.
“You are talking with the plants!”
“Wow! I am.” “That’s how people learned to use us. They listened to us. Just as you are.”
Thus began my lessons from the plants. They have continued until this very day. And will, most likely, continue at least until my death.
“I want everyone to be able to hear you,” I told the plants one summer. “No problem,” the plants replied.
“Remove your shoes and socks; allow the energy of the earth and the energy of the stars to mingle in your body. Take off your glasses and contact lenses; allow yourself to see as you see, not as you are supposed to see. Spend less time at high speeds in metal containers; allow your timing to be set by the sun and the moon, the season and the weather. Sleep in a round structure. Our voices get caught in corners.”
Do you want to contact the devic realm? Find the fairies? Talk with the plants?
The simple answer is: “Be in Nature, not on your terms, but on Hers. Put your bare feet on the ground. Be quiet. Be receptive.”
The slightly more complicated answer is: “Choose one wild plant, small or large. Breathe with it for at least ten minutes every day. Be barefoot. Be quiet. Be receptive.”
As you open, you will discover chaos. When asked how to distinguish a wild plant from a cultivated one, I say: “Cultivated plants are neatly planted; wild plants flourish in chaos.”
Chaos is a treat to fairies and a threat to humans. We like fixity, and dislike change. Nature knows that fixity is death. Life is change. Balance is the step before death. Life is dynamic disequilibrium, never static. Life grows, changes, ages, gets diseased, rots, molds, and is recycled into more life; it is never perfect, never done. Life is chaotic. Death is rigid. It resists and refuses to interact; it holds itself aloof; it is in control.
Nature is chaotic. It doesn’t like straight lines. When I am in the woods, the path curves, the trees have fallen helter-skelter, the wildflowers bloom in impossible, improbable places, there is always a miracle. To describe the living presence of Nature in her creative chaotic wholeness, we can use the words “deva” and “fairy.” Fairies flee gardens planted in neat rows. To attract fairies, practice being at ease with being a little out of control.
Are fairies and devas are different? Fairies are in the middle of it all; devas are “above it all.” Fairies are local; devas are international. Fairies are flighty, flirty, changeable; devas are responsible, staid, dependable. Fairies sparkle; devas emanate. Fairies party; devas oversee. Fairies may be invited into one’s garden; no one would dare ask a deva to do anything. (A deva may well ask you to do something, however.)
Lore and legend have it that the fairies spend half the year underground and half the year above ground. The fairy gate opens May 1, on May Day. It closes October 31, on the Day of the Dead. Fairies only frolic in wild places, so leave a little corner of your cultivated land wild—a “Fairy Corner” where chaos can reign.
To invite the fairies: On or near to May Day Eve, eat delicious foods, drink ravishing drinks, enjoy stirring music—better yet—make intoxicating music, sing, dance, take off your clothes, expand your senses, fall in love. If you invite fairies to your home and grounds, remember: Fairies love fun, best to laugh at what they do. Fairies love to confuse things, best to delight in it. For fairies can be mean, and if you’re sullen, they can cause all number of small ills. It is said that fairies like milk, and pineapples. It is not unwise to leave them small gifts.
“We are the devas. We are the fairies. We are the trees. We are the rocks. We are the blooming plants and the floating spoors. We are the voice of Nature. We are Green Blessings.”