I am having fun weaving it through her hair, but, now I am off to add some finishing touches.
Efem has been telling me that I need to get my nose out of the research books... and research her some clothes to wear! When I am making an outfit, I like to work my way from the bottom up. I started with the leggings first and since she is a Tree Spirit, I didn't see her running around through the forest in a ballroom style dress.
But what fabric to use? I wanted it to be foresty and none of the colors I already had were just right. So I decided to create my own.
After which I then covered it up with some gold netting to give it that magical texture look.
I do love to learn about the trees and Efem has been dropping more clues... or at least I think they are. Especially as she doesn't have clothes for me to pick up after her (as she is constantly reminding me since I still have not finished her outfit).
So, in researching, I came across a chapter on Tree Mothers which had a 'Ring of Truth' that went off within me (which I will explain another time). But for now, this inspirational nugget dragged my curiosity deeper into the depths of the book to see what further insight I might uncover.
Nymphs, or young dryads, spend most of their time playing or flitting around trees and only allowing others to see glimpses of them. Tree Mothers on the other hand, are spirits of the Trees (like the dryads), but of an older and more mature type of Spirit. They are helpful to those wanting to gain knowledge from the trees.
So, where would I look if I wanted to find such a spirit like a Tree Mother? They are usually found in older trees, gnarled ones with very artistic or distinctive features and forms on the trunk. Very old, old, old trees are Tree Grandmothers (which I might find one or two of those down the road but not yet).
The characteristics of a Tree Mother can be very comforting and protective in very cold and dark times. They might even offer a limb to climb on occasionally. But don't underestimate them either, as like any good mother, Tree Mothers are also very tough. If necessary, they can push a reluctant offspring to great achievements personally and spiritually.
Each Tree Mother, like all mothers, have their own personality. Each reflect the qualities of her own tree species and the wisdom she has gained through the ages. If you find a rare one that has lived for centuries, as she has moved from tree to tree, what amazing stories she would have to share. One only needs to take the time to pull up a toadstool and listen for a spell. Or maybe curl up at her base and simply lay your head against her and dream a little dream.
(Inspirations from The Modern-Day Druidess: Discover Ancient Wisdom, Prophetic Power and Healing Arts by Cassandra Eason)
As he was walking through the forest, singing his favorite song, he kept his eyes open for those annoying Dusty Mytes…
(sung to the tune of ‘Little Bunny Foo Foo’)
Great Archer Nemmer,
walking through the forest,
scooping up the Dusty Mytes
and boppin’ ‘em on the head.
Down came the good fairy and she said,
Great Archer Nemmer,
I don’t want to see you
scooping up the Dusty Mytes
and boppin’ ‘em on the head.
I’ll give you three chances,
and if you don’t behave
I’ll turn you into a …
Flitting from bush to tree to rock, he finally spies them. “Terrific! I found three of them together. This must be my lucky day!”
Quietly sneaking up to the Dusty Mytes and reaching down to scoop them up, the string holding his mask comes untied and the mask falls off. The Dusty Mytes, hearing the mask hit the ground, suddenly realize that he is upon them. With Nemmer's protective mask gone, they quickly douse him in forgetful dust - blowing it out of their long trunk-like noses.
Sometime later, Nemmer finds himself walking down the forest trail, humming his song, trying to remember why was he going to Efem’s house. “Oh well, it will come to me when I get there.”
Oh! To brave the jungle of my fabric closet to see what inspires me and Efem.
Efem has made it pretty well known to me that she is Dyrad, a Spirit of the Trees. As her dressmaker, this has me leaning towards some greens and browns, but she does have that purple hair to incorporate into the color wheel.
The trees are awakening from their winter slumbers. Spring is here and even the Evergreens are happy to have someone new to talk too. After all, it does gets a little boring in the cold winter watching over the others. As spring begins, the gossip starts a fresh. Spreading through the root system, just like tin can phones on a string, each of the trees yawn, stretch, and start talking. Some of the old tales and some new, but always the family histories told again for the younger saplings to soak up. The history of the first trees and the especially the maple tree is a favorite that comes to mind. The Elder Trees share the tale:
These pieces were found useful for knife blades and the creation of fire. Both sons were gifts from the Sky Mother's daughter, depending on how one looked at the treasures that were hidden within each of them.
Maple was more slow moving with the seasons. He ignored Flints cuts and barbs, being more rooted in himself and tolerant of his younger brother. When the cold and snow receded from the harsh winter, and the gentleness of spring would begin, he would reach out his new branches for the loving arms of his grandmother Sky.
Though the sons may fight amongst themselves, being contradictory opposites,
as brothers they were inseparable.
Sky Mother offers the balance of harmony by loving them both and embracing their duality;
with the sweetness of simplicity and the spark of challenge -
the gentleness of Spring and the cold harshness of Winter.
This is the Yin and Yang of the Trees.
This is the message and history as told by the Elder Trees.
Wow! What I thought would be an easy task soon turned into a volume of information to sort through. So I decided I would start my own book as I collect information. This is what I started with -
(more notes I need to add to the book)
...There were even several distinct groups of nymphs as well, that were based on where they lived and what they protected. I knew that Efem liked the association with trees, so I looked further into the hamadryads and dryads. Hamadryads are one with their tree and cannot be separated without withering and dying away. This was not Efem as I felt she could travel anywhere she wanted to go. The dryads, on the other hand, were free to move about in a forest or any place trees lived.
This sounded more like Efem as she really doesn't like being rooted to one spot. So what type of tree familiar or spirit is she is connected to? She did not seem to have the characteristics of the Pine, as she is not quick tempered and needling, nor was she as bendable in her nature as the Willow, flowing from happy to sad with the sun and the rain. She was not like an old Oak, slow to move but very knowledgeable, nor motherly like the Maple.
As I continue walking I see a light ahead luminating from a window with a door next to it. Nothing unusual except for they are on the trunk of an Ancient Oak Tree.
Startled, I ask what mystical roots would that be? Slowly she starts to speak, "Do you remember when you first started on this path and told me that the only way you would learn to sculpt was if I made it interesting?" I nodded my head, thinking back that I thought I had been only talking to the voice in my head... or so I thought.
"Did you not acknowledge that your four boys would be where you would start with your clay?" Again I nodded my head, thinking it would have been nice too if I had said something about how long I was going to be spending on this particular path.
"What logo did you decide to use for this path," the Old Woman asks? I replied that I had been looking into the mystical meaning of the Celtic Trees. "Correct", the Old Woman said, "and you drew a line for each of your sons standing on the foundation or line of your love for them."
I reply, that it is a hazel wood. The Old Woman smiles as she tells me that she so loves a twist in a tale. "For is that not the name of your grandmother too?" Yes, it was, I replied my grandmother's name was Hazel Woods.
As the Old Woman stands and starts to usher me out the front door, tea cup and spoon in my hand, she reminds me "You remember where you started from, now is the time to look ahead." Before she closes the door, she takes the cup from my hand saying - "You will need to give this to Efem," leaving me the spoon.
I am sitting at my sewing machine (sewing doll outfits of course) and listening to a program on my tablet, when I hear these words... "What happens if...?" This woman was talking about her creative approach towards her writing. SPARK! I know that process! The "What Happens If..." process - it is what I use in my own approach to my creativity.
Then Curiosity rolls it around into the next...
What happens if... I take that idea and with a lump of clay turn it into a doll? And then Curiosity keeps that ball rolling until...
This What happens if has now becomes a character which my Curiosity has chosen to ride along with. The two of them fuel the creative sparks that feed my work.
For if I don't have Curiosity along for the ride, the What happens If's might never happen and how sad that would be. I love my Curiosity, as it has taken me many places (with maybe some I shouldn't have traveled), and how much bigger my world is for having gone there in the first place.
So, I put the What happen if's in my backpack. I stuff my Curiosity into my travel bag and take off to travel the paths of creativity. I bring along my compass (so I can stay true to my path), my map (so I can have a point of destination or goal), and my admission tickets (giving myself permission to play with my inner child) and head on out the door to those creative places - Let's Go!...
Welcome to my blog. This is where I will reveal the magic of my Fae and their stories and share with you some of the success and pitfalls through the journey of doll making, sculpting, and other crafts that all come back to my dolls in many ways.
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