My buddy Kris #proud #friendship #love

Oh gosh. You know when something happens and you get a lump in your throat. My darling friend Kris just randomly sent me an email with a photograph we took earlier this year. It was not long after my dog died. Just love this. Kris is doing so much to raise funds for the #dogbus appeal. Am so proud of her. She is doing crucial work for the fluffy ones.

Kris helped me through a dreadful transition in my life earlier this year. I really did hit a low with all that was going on around me. It is friendship that gets us back up. Real friendship that cannot be broken. I am really lucky. I love my circle.

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Big Super Hugs. TBH©

‘The Magnolia Fairies’ by Tiffany Belle Harper.

Who is to say ‘no fairies’ – for they’ve right to remain unconfirmed. That’s why they enchant the paradox parallels with numinous fable.

Unless you step on one. And most of us do. Then we wonder why our fate may decline for seemingly no valid rhyme nor reason.

They laugh … Pesky, diddy things. Glowing. Radiant. Trampled – yet bouncing back with each bad footstep we make. Their time being times nine.

Beware of forbidden forest corners for which have no place for those who doubt a fairy. Although whimsical, also grudge holders. I warn you.

Wipe your bare feet with burdock leaves or fallen petals from The Magnolia Tree in Spring – before you tread their territory.

You must take precaution not to spoil that which remains their level of our consciousness to awaken all that’s best kept a secret.

What would life be without the mysteries of ancient land dwellers? Here long before us. And probably long after. The Magnolia Fairies.

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TBH©