The Beauty of a Soul

I drew a Faery card from the Heart of Faery Oracle and asked her to tell me a story.....


The Crone's story......

In the times of old when the earth was young and the veil between faery and humans was so thin as to be almost nonexistent, the faeries liked to play a game. In this game they would dart quickly between the two worlds...back and forth, back and forth...and sometimes the humans would catch just a glimpse of them. Sometimes they looked merely like a fluttering leaf, or a spark of light....or even a bit of dust blowing in the breeze.

One day a faery that twinkled about as fast as any faery could....slipped quietly into the human world and snuggled into the petals of a flower to rest because afterall....all that darting back and forth can be quite exhausting. While lingering there she could hear the far away sound of singing....and being not only tired but curious....she set out to find the source of the singing....

She was enchanted by the lovely human she found....sitting on a blanket beneath the large gnarled trees. So enchanted was she that she forgot to hide and the lady caught a quick peek of the wee faery..she gasped and called out...."who goes there" to which the little faery chirped...."it is but a butterfly"....and the woman laughed and said....."it is but a sweet faery venturing out of the woods to take a peek at an old ancient woman..." To which the faery replied laughing...."and so it is" before darting quickly through the dim light of the woods and beyond the veil into Faery.

For the human that the faery found so enchanting was not some young and lovely maiden but an old woman with wrinkled face, graying hair, and gnarled hands....Time means little to the Fae....and age is cherished....for in the wrinkled faces of the fae....is beauty....and in the lines of the woman's face the faery caught a glimpse of the beauty of a soul.