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    • The Forgotten Tales of the Sand Faeries

      Posted at 12:00 pm by Michelle Joelle, on June 30, 2016

      Beach sand has a way of making sculptors of everyone. That’s because the beach is home to the sand faeries, the kind of faeries most concerned with telling stories. They’re some of the most prolific muses of the faerie world, comparable only to the ocean faeries who are known for inspiring shanties and tales of sea-faring adventures. The sand faeries are their wordless kin, who tell the stories of those who kept no written record of their lives, or for whom no written record survives. They inspire us to make sculptures in the sand as an ode those who have been washed away by the sea, whispering their stories in our ear.

      Most of the time, these stories catch on the wind and leave us as we complete our task, so we do not remember them in great detail. And always, because these are the stories of those who have washed away to sea, so too must our creations wash away, not just to keep the secrets of the sand faeries, but to complete the story.

      Sometimes they tell the tales of animals.

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      This sea turtle was less washed to sea than welcomed by it, but the sand faeries see little difference.

      They see rather a lot of these, and sometimes they get a little carried away with exaggeration and invention, or mix stories about people with animals, but it’s all in good fun. The thing about sand is that it moves around with the tides, and when grains of sand are displaced and regrouped with new grains of sand, they recombine their memories endlessly. Sometimes they get a little confused about what’s real and what’s not after beach readers leave their books on the sand.

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      Some one at this beach was reading Return of the King recently, else I’d never have inadvertently crafted Minas Tirith.

      And sometimes they even learn a few things from sculptors who come to the sand with their own designs in mind and their ears shut to inspiration. The sand faeries never mind this, as creativity and the visual expression of stories are really what they feed on most.

      But more often than not, they’re telling the story of a lost people, a forgotten fortress, or an unrecorded history. That is why so many of us, especially those of us who play in the sand without an agenda or design, end up building dwellings, and of those dwellings, most are castles and fortresses. And most of them creep upon us as we mold the sand, telling us what to do next with every new pile of sand.

      On my most recent trip to the beach, I let the sand faeries speak to me, and I learned of a rustic kingdom by the sea that was constantly under siege from a neighboring fortress.

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      I began with the inner wall of the city. I had intended to dig only a trench, but before I knew it, I was molding a wall. At first I thought to do something more sculpted, but I ended up with a softly rounded wall instead. Before I knew it I was building an inner castle and digging an outer trench. I felt that this castle belonged to a rustic, isolated people. I imagined that all of their homes would be within the trench, but I couldn’t figure out what they should look like, so I left the land in a state of ruin.

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      I imagined the people who lived here to be mainly agrarian, but filled with a strong sense of community pride, mixing some softer, more hobbit-like round earthen walls with a few sturdier and more stalwart forts and towers. Nothing too elaborately built, however, and nothing too high.

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      At this point, the sand faeries began to whisper into my husband’s ear, prompting him to ask me what they were so afraid of – why did they need a protective trench and lookout towers at every corner? And so he was inspired to build a neighboring city which was far more militarily driven.

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      The result was craggy city on a hill, with rough fortresses built into the walls of a small mountain, their main road headed straight for my little rustic civilization.

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      Whatever happened between these two cities, in the end the same fate took them both. After most of the inhabitants moved to urban centers and towns further from the ocean, the sea levels rose and washed away the old ruins they left behind.

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      Leaving nothing but fragments of their story to be recalled by the sand faeries the next time they came along someone playing the sand, ready to listen to them.

      Posted in Stories | 2 Comments | Tagged beach, creativity, faeries, fairy-tales, sandcastles, stories
    • A Bit of Winter Hygge

      Posted at 1:00 pm by Michelle Joelle, on February 9, 2015

      When my husband and I go on hikes, I’ll often ask him to tell me a story, and give him a prompt. Sometimes he’ll take the bait and run with it, or sometimes he’ll volley it back to me, or we’ll take it in turns. On this particular trip into the woods, I asked him to tell me about the snow elves.

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      He clarified: “Snow elves, or snow faeries?” I had to admit that I couldn’t answer, because there is none fluent enough in both their language and ours to make an adequate translation. Sometimes they are called faeries, sometimes elves, and sometimes even gnomes. In truth, they are like all of these things, because there is quite a lot of variety in the world of the snow faeries.

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      While we disagreed at first about their migration patterns (having both heard different theories on the subject), and how they actually made snow, we came to discover one universal truth about them.

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      They thrive on hygge, in particular the brand of hygge that comes with snow and ice. When people are bundled up in scarves and coats and mittens for sledding or playing in the snow, or else cozied up with books and blankets and cocoa by the fire, that’s when they’re at their best. It isn’t exactly their food, but it is what nourishes them and supports their particular magic.

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      And so, their primary job in life is to make snow in order to create the feeling the hygge. Case in point, just when we arrived at our location and began our afternoon walk in the woods and were so bundled up and excited to be away from buildings and cities and roads, the snow kicked up in flurry that could only be described as festive. The flurries were light, though, and sadly don’t show up in these photos.

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      The snow elves (or faeries, or gnomes) don’t always succeed. The weather has to be ripe for their coming, and there has to be some existing hygge to attract them in the first place – because without at least a little hygge they won’t have anything to feed upon in order to have the energy they need to make more snow. It’s a complicated and reciprocal balance.

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      That’s why snow storms tend to come in clumps. It’s not always the case – occasionally the snow elves will ride into a strong burst of hygge and make snow out of what seems to be just plain old cold air.

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      And then they’ll turn that cold air into magic, if you’ll let them.

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      That’s the main thing about snow elves: they need some cooperation. Part of their complex reciprocality means that someone has to love the snow. It doesn’t take that many people. If you hate the snow, and yet find yourself inundated with it, then chances are good that your neighbor is loving the cold enough for the both of you, or that there are some children nearby who just cannot wait until their next snow day. You could try to overpower them with your own sheer cynicism, but it’s probably a losing battle.

      Eventually, everyone will tire of the snow, and the elves will retreat as the spring elves (the flower faeires, the tree faires, the creek elves, etc.) come out of hibernation to feast on the new excitement. The traveling snow elves will likely be ready to return to their homes in the mountains, and in the extremes of the North and the South. We still don’t know why some choose to travel and others do not, but I suppose they’re allowed some unpredictability. There’s really no telling when they’ll come and go, and when we’ll get snow next.

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      So you might as well enjoy it a little, if you can.

      Posted in The Waste Book | 8 Comments | Tagged elves, faeries, hike, hygge, photography, snow, tree, trees, winter
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