A chance encounter with a friend, or so I thought. Out on a bike ride to our favorite beach, A beautiful bright orange butterfly joined us. she floated right beside me, I would speed up she would speed up. I stopped to tell Sherri what had happened but she did not leave. She fluttered beside us till we left again. Sherri said she was flirting with me. She stayed with us till we got to the beach (I do not believe her wings could fight the ocean wind). I nodded off in my hammock I was stirred awake by a voice, I looked around and did not see anyone, then there she was sitting on the side of my hammock she spoke with a voice that did not quite fit her, almost like she had an accent, but I could not place where from,
She informed me her name was Frederica and that she was part of the faerie clan that was here on the island for a special event. Wait I said “you are a butterfly not faerie” She flew over to the other side “you are so silly” she quipped. Many tribes will be here for this gathering Faerie’s, elf’s, all the woodland creatures maybe even the mermaids will show up. This will be huge!
On a hike earlier this morning I came across a clearing in the live oaks the golden sun pierced through the sheer fabric of Spanish moss. Illuminating the spot, I remember stopping in my tracks taking it all in. the smell of the woodland, the saltiness with just a hint of Jasmine perfume from the vines I had passed earlier. Drops of dew just beginning to dry, flower petals littering a well-worn floor and thought there must have been something special happening here. Frederica let me know that yes there was a gathering there last night. And it was all done in preparation for my arrival. My arrival? Why? She assured me that yes, I and I would know more as the week unfolded, to keep my heart and mind open and be on the look out for zemi trinkets. Zemi trinkets? I asked? yes, she said they are ways we can help you if you allow us too. We have been leaving them for you for years. “you have? Why have I not seen these? You are only alive today because of the ones you did use she said as she cocked her eye towards me in a somewhat scowled but kittenish at the same time . “Come now we must get ready” Get ready to what I asked? wake up? Are you with me? She asked “no you are not even real” was my reply She looked me in eye and asked what made me believe I was real! . I was thinking about this one when I woke up, just a dream I thought. But as I adjusted my eyes I looked out on the bay at a passing ship with big letters on the side F-R-E-D-E-R-I-C-A
I started to climb up the tree. I was nervous but the deeply furrowed bark of the box elder seemed to beckon me, I lovingly rubbed my hands along the trunk I Looked up as dappled sunlight streamed through the canopy. It seemed so alive with birds testing their wings, a squirrel chasing his brother, an inch worm passes taking his measurements. A whole galaxy resides here I thought, as I slide my shoes off. I plant one foot up on a knobby nub while reaching for a hole up above. I look for the next hold but there are none almost ready to admit defeat, I try one last long reach. Almost magically the hold comes into focus, right before I reach it, I see no other, yet the same thing happens as I reach a hold magically appears. It will be several more feet of this before I have my first limb to grab hold of.