I invite you into my garden, and we wander around, sniffing roses and watching bees and little white butterflies flitter about. We sit, and choose our drinks, and a little pixie in a pointed hat runs up, kisses your elbow, and vanishes. The pixie is so gentle you're not sure if it actually touched you or if it was an air kiss, offered for you to accept or not, as you choose.
Then Morna appears, standing by our table, graciously and casually accepting kisses on her hand or her cheek or even the tip of her nearly-invisible wings. She is here to talk about all the best kinds of love, love of friends and children, love of kittens and ice cream. Love that does not assume permission, but that takes the time to ask, and graciously accepts whatever answer you give. Indeed, after swarming the faery at our table, the pixies dart into the bushes, trying to make friends with the feral cats, cautiously and gently as one must be with feral cats, to not drive them off.
An ugly faery kitten flys up to Morna's shoulders, and she gently pets it with just one finger, so gentle, so unassuming. The kitten curls into the spot where her shoulder meets her neck, flicking its downy wings occasionally to keep it balanced. It leans into her fingers until she is rubbing its ears firmly and you can hear it purr from the other side of the table.
Morna is the queen of love, which can include sex and romance, but so often is just finding the healthiest and most appropriate relationship two beings or a group of beings can achieve. It's not easy, usually, but it's always rewarding.
Her visit is full of hope and blessings for all of your relationships. You can ask her for additional advice if you want, or we can just watch the pixies trying to lure the old tom, who has the coloration of a Siamese cat but not the markings, out from under the spirea.
The Faery Who Was Kissed By Pixies
Then Morna appears, standing by our table, graciously and casually accepting kisses on her hand or her cheek or even the tip of her nearly-invisible wings. She is here to talk about all the best kinds of love, love of friends and children, love of kittens and ice cream. Love that does not assume permission, but that takes the time to ask, and graciously accepts whatever answer you give. Indeed, after swarming the faery at our table, the pixies dart into the bushes, trying to make friends with the feral cats, cautiously and gently as one must be with feral cats, to not drive them off.
An ugly faery kitten flys up to Morna's shoulders, and she gently pets it with just one finger, so gentle, so unassuming. The kitten curls into the spot where her shoulder meets her neck, flicking its downy wings occasionally to keep it balanced. It leans into her fingers until she is rubbing its ears firmly and you can hear it purr from the other side of the table.
Morna is the queen of love, which can include sex and romance, but so often is just finding the healthiest and most appropriate relationship two beings or a group of beings can achieve. It's not easy, usually, but it's always rewarding.
Her visit is full of hope and blessings for all of your relationships. You can ask her for additional advice if you want, or we can just watch the pixies trying to lure the old tom, who has the coloration of a Siamese cat but not the markings, out from under the spirea.