The Magical Faerie Whisk

Last year at this time we had a house full of guests, among them an elementary-school aged girl. Helping in the kitchen—apron clad—she was fascinated with our faerie whisk. Busy with the tasks at hand, “Are there really such things as faeries?” she asked in wide-eyed fascination.

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Carefully sprinkling colored sugar and a wee bit of pixie dust on the cookie tops, I smiled at her thinking, “Who am I to deny their existence, especially at this magical time of year?”

Rather than the Americanized spelling fairy, I prefer the Gaelic spelling faerie, meaning from the realm of faethose who know. And yes, there’s a difference between faeries, sprites, and pixies:

  • Faeries are woodland dwellers.
  • Sprites live near water.
  • Pixies—highly mischievous!—oversee moorlands, underground dwellings, and stone circles.

What do you find magical this holiday season?

Wishing you health, peace, and joy!

Laurie Buchanan

Whatever you are not changing, you are choosing.”
— Laurie Buchanan

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Misty Water-Colored Memories

For this year’s holiday celebration we’re hosting a large group of people at our home. Some of our guests are traveling from as far away as California and Canada. We won’t exchange material gifts to mark the occasion. Rather, we’ll make memories—the best kind of gift.

When I think back over the years, very few tangible presents come rushing to the forefront of my mind. Of course I remember getting my first bicycle. And the year I got a microscope — I desperately wanted to be a mad scientist. I also remember getting white go-go boots, orange fish net stockings, and frosted Yardley lipstick.

However, I can recall with ease the feeling of this holiday, the mental pictures etched on my heart — the memories. Nat King Cole’s velvety voice crooning from the record player. Sticky hands from popcorn balls that grandma helped us make. Caroling door-to-door with the neighborhood kids.

I can remember mouth-watering aromas wafting from the kitchen where mom and grandma danced the age old two-step of food preparation. And sneaking black olives from the relish tray on the dining room table; putting one on the end of each finger and then eating them off — quick! — before I got caught.

I remember a clear sense of belonging, of being loved, and of everything being right in my world. Memories endure.

What memories have you made this holiday season?

Laurie Buchanan

Whatever you are not changing, you are choosing.”
— Laurie Buchanan

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