Where Will the Fae Live Now?

Nature is the domain of the Fae.  Forests and woods, fields, farms and gardens, lakes, seas, and oceans are where the magical folk live and reign. They have gone into hiding for the most part because humans have driven nature away and removed it from the everyday human experience. Some of the Fae we admittedly don't want to have anything to do with, but is avoiding them worth the loss of all the others? Furthermore, the Fae are not the only thing we are losing. We are losing our link in the chain of existence. If we become too far removed from the everyday cycles of nature, we will ultimately be removed from the overall cycle of nature in that humans will cease to exist in the form that we are accustomed to. I don't know what the Goddess would have in store for us at that point, but I personally don't want that to happen. Nature is so beautiful and magickal and so right, even when it's difficult and deadly. I would prefer to reverse some of the loss we have already experienced, but hopefully retain some of the wisdom we have gained.

One thing that makes this a difficult process, is the great change in perspective we will have to undergo. Materialism and the need to expand will have to become less valuable than they are today. Why do I need more stuff and more territory? What if I am gathering more stuff and more territory to the point that the Earth is damaged and my descendents have to clean up the mess I have left? What if the damage is too great and cannot be corrected? What if the Fae decide not to come back?

~Gillie

Roll to the River

by Cindy Kallet

I climbed the high hills to search for the sea
Took to the treetops in flight
Saw water in valleys where blueberries once grew
watched red-tailed hawks soar out of sight

And it's roll to the rivers that once shaped these sands
And it's roll to the river upon me
And it's fly to the waves that still pound these shores
And it's less than a mile to sea

I watched as the houses spread over the plains
And I prayed for the sea to crash in
And the reasons they gave were so righteous and so grave
Don't they know that in the end, no one can win?

I roamed the great plains where the juniper grows
And I climbed the morainal north shore
And I climbed out to the Wasque to catch the four tides
And rose high on the bluffs to see more and more and more

They call the land theirs, I call the land ours
for those who care to walk free
How many houses can rise, how many roads can scrape through
before we drive into the sea?
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