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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

a fairy story for spring

our seeds have sprouted! very ... hapazardly. can you tell two little kiddies
were very excited to sprinkle seeds?? everywhere???
I have been trying to write this post for...all day...and it makes me so crabby when I cant blog in peace. FIVE MINUTES. SERIOUSLY! The children are upstairs fighting over a forgotten cement truck that was found in a box and is now both of their favoritest EVER toys. ("BUT I GOT IT FOR CHRISTMAS" yells little miss. "NO you didnt. Christmas was A THOUSAND YEARS AGO!" yells little man)

I walked away from that one.

And now baby dear is nursing to sleep in the wrap, having refused to nap in a bed like a normal baby. As she nurses she pinches me. HARD.

And in the washer next to me is a most icky pair of "soiled" (yes THAT kind of soiled) pants, courtsey of little miss. ("WHY?? WHY??" I say. "Because I dont want to," she incomprehensibly replies, over and over.)

Fun day huh?? Totally.

As opposed to my last I-AM-A-HOMESCHOOL-ROCKSTAR-MOM post.

And this is my life.

Yesterday, I was nosing around online and found my favoritest org in town is hiring. A position I would be qualified for. I kinda smiled, like huh, maybe someday. Today I am two seconds away from applying. (Dada would make a FABULOUS stay at home homeschooling dada, right??)

So, yes, anyway. A fairy story. HA.

The kiddies have really come to cherish our little story/poem/verse times, typically after lunch and before rest quiet time (huh, we didnt do rest today. Maybe the problem?) We do a few finger plays. (Think, Itsy bitsy spider) A few movement games. (Lets take big GIANT steps like a bear. Now tiny ones like a squirrel.) We say a few verses. Waldorf is big into memory, at an early age, and movement too. Connecting little minds to their limbs as they "grow into" their bodies. Memorizing is natural from the repitition, not that its a forced thing. And think of all your kids already can memorize anyway, why not nice little poems (think Mother Goose). If you are into all this here is an excellent resource to get you started. Look around throughout the site. So many fun old stories and poems, for all ages. Its gonna be huge in our homeschool next year.

The stories we have been choosing are from this site, mostly. Another big thing is not dumbing down stories for kids, sure age appropriate is important but mainly to prevent too much emotional content, not to simplify language.

Anyway. I plan on writing more later about our "homeschool" day. Key is rhythm. Peaceful rhythm. And I am kicking myself in the shins today for not achieving it. My favoritest (yes I have used that non-word three times in this post already, I am aware) is the parenting blog on my blog list. She homeschools in this style and has some lovely thoughtful useful ideas. Really what got me started.

Anyway. The story...

"Once upon a time, there was great sorrow among the fairy folk. Something had happened to the Fairy Queen, Titania. She had fallen asleep and would not wake up.

The winter had come, terribly cold and full of ice and snow. In the fairy wood, no fires were burning. The seed babies were safely tucked in their beds, deep under Mother Earth’s coverlet of leaves and moss. The gnomes and dwarves were working deep underground. The water sprites waited under their ice roof, which covered the crystal lake and bubbling brook.

Most of the fairy folk, those who tend the flower children in meadows and forests, were left to wander through the winter, seeking warmth and shelter. They sought these in the homes of mortals, hoping to rest beside the fires both in castle and in hovels. Where ever fairy stories were being told at night or where ever Christmas candles were burning, there they were allowed to rest awhile.

This winter, the Fairy Queen and her troupe had been wandering and wandering. The snow blew in great swirling clouds and Old King Winter laughed and crackled. Jack Frost had a jolly time pinching their noses and toes. Worst of all and sad to say, there were not enough resting places for the fairy troupe. Most of the stone castles were dark and deserted and had been so a long time. The houses, great or small, where real fairy stories were still being told were few and far between. And the Christmas Candles burned in but a few windows.

One very dark night, after Yuletide, but long before Spring was due, the Fairy Queen began to grow very sleepy, as mortals do when they begin to freeze. Not being a mortal, she could not die but she could not wake up either. All of the fairies tried to wake her up. They danced and fluttered around her and sang songs as loudly as they dared. At last, with the help of two white snow-hares they managed to bring the Queen back to the stone circle, which is their palace and dancing place. Without their Queen, the fairies were entirely without direction and purpose. Many also fell asleep and the ones who stayed awake were mournful and very miserable.

Lady Spring finally came back from her palace in the South. She chased old King Winter back to his ice palace in the frozen North. The ice melted and gentle rains fell. Seed babies began to awaken and the first flower children appeared. The fairies grew hopeful and hurried to bring Lady Spring to the bed of her sleeping sister. Lady Spring took Titania’s hands and breathed the promise of Spring over her. She sang her magic song of roses and butterflies, of newborn lambs and nightingales. Titania’s cheeks grew rosier and she seemed to breathe more fully than before. But alas! Her eyes would not open, nor would she speak!

Lady Spring grew sorrowful and this brought a tremendous Spring storm. She had to dry her eyes quickly so as not to bring on a flood. She took leave of Titania’s attendants, saying, “I must continue on to waken all of the seed babies. Guard your Queen well and wait for Summer.”

The fairies promised to do their best, but in truth, the seed babies and flower children were not taken care of as well as they should have been.

Day by day, the fairies could see the ascent of the Sun King on his fiery steed. He was still far away, just over the horizon. Little by little he came closer and the day began to grow longer than the night. Finally, it was Midsummer’s Eve and the Sun King reached the pinnacle of the sky. He was riding very high over the palace of the Fairy Queen. The fairies shouted and clamored, pranced and danced, trying to catch the Sun King’s attention. He was too high up to hear them, but he soon noticed that the Fairy Queen had not come to greet him on this, their meeting day.

The Sun King turned his steed toward the Earth and came as close as he could without harm. Of course, everything grew tremendously hot and the flower children took refuge under the broad leaved trees and bushes.

Still, Titania did not wake up. Here hands and feet were still icy, although her hair shone golden in the brilliant light. Then the Sun King took off his mantle of fire and climbed down from his sky horse. Without the fire mantle, he would not scorch anything or anyone. Still, he was almost too bright to look at! He came to the Fairy Queen’s couch and he bent down and kissed her. He took her hands in his and felt them grow warmer and warmer. She opened her eyes and drew a long breath. She arose with all of her sleeping companions.

What rejoicing there was! Such a shouting and singing! Each fairy nurse ran to find her poor neglected flower child.

Titania thanked the Sun King for bringing her back to life. She told him how dark and cold the winter had been. She wondered what to do the next time King Winter’s might was stronger than human love and light.

“Do not fear,” said the Sun King, “For the darkest winter has passed and Winter’s power will someday be totally overcome. Human beings will remember to light their fires again. The Christmas candles will burn brightly in many homes and around the hearths, real fairy stories will be told again. I myself will proclaim this from the skies. For the light of the world has come to birth in human hearts and this can never again be extinguished.”

Then the Sun King mounted his winged charger, put on his fire mantle and rode back to the summit of the sky. The fairy folk waved him on his journey with love and gratitude.

That Midsummer night, they held the most joyful festive there ever was in all of fairy land. And if the lights have not gone out, they are dancing still."


  1. This is a wonderful post, and happy I found your blog!

  2. thanks alison! i am glad you made it here too. :)


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