Once upon a time there was a wee woodsprite, known as CeNedra, she was an extremely shy little thing, who was more comfortable sitting on the branches of the Oak outside the Pubs, one at DHP and one at Foggy Duck. She was much more comfortable amongst the trees you see. But she so loved listening to the beloved Chalcedoni, she was feisty and firey, but the wee sprite knew underneath all that huff and puff was someone with a very kind and gentle soul. Chalci noticed one day the wee sprite hanging around and befriended her, chatting with her each day. Talking about family, experiences during our lifetimes, things we liked and didn’t, how we lived and worked druidry in our daily lives. We realized very quickly that we were littermates and that so many similarities and parallels ran between us. She encouraged me to find my voice and to speak it plainly. Just last year she invited me to join the Ord Brighdeach, to tend the flame for our lady. Strange as it may seem, I still don’t feel the thread between us being cut, now this is not because I don’t wish to let her go, as I truly believe that death is just a transition and another step in life. But rather she is staying bonded to me for a reason. I am sure she will guide me and make sure that I pay attention.
At this point I would like to share with you something that happened just on Tuesday past. I was in my living room, when a wee wren smacked into the window, this is not an unusual thing to happen, but in this case the anomally came when the wren just sat there in the snow, stunned as it were. Being the sprite that I am, after about 10 minutes slipped on my boots and went outside (no coat) in the -2C. I reached down and picked up the wee wren I gave the wee thing a reiki treatment, holding it gently in my hands and allowing the energy to flow. Ten minutes later I am beginning to get cold, and I opened up the door and called for Thunderbird to bring me my jacket, and still the wee wren looked like it was going to settle in for a nap. I opened my hand and stood with the wee wren looking at me for another 20 minutes, I was beginning to think I would have to get a cage and bring the wee thing into the house, this is not truly what I wanted to do. Then I realized that this wee wren was giving me a message (sometimes I am a little slow), indeed things work in strange ways. Chalci, Pepper, Marie whatever name you knew her by, is soaring with her dragons and the other fae, extremely at peace and totally one with nature. Fly well my friend.