art, cartoon art, gnomes, magickal fantasy art

Tiny Houses, Gnome-Style

Tiny houses are becoming more popular with humans world-wide. They are affordable and eco-friendly. Of course, gnomes have always lived in tiny houses that are off the grid.

Although it’s still Winter, Henri is planning a new garden. He was inspired by some designs I created and submitted to Better Gnomes and Gardens Magazine.

Both prints are available at magickmermaid.com in 3 sizes, including gnome-size (more commonly called ACEO/ATC* measuring 2.5 inches x 3.5 inches).

*ACEO (art card editions and originals) ATC (artist trading cards)

art, magickal fantasy art, pagan

Imbolc – Celtic Sun Goddess Brighid

Goddess of Fire and Fertility

Imbolc celebrates the Goddess in her incarnation as the Bride of the returning Sun God. For the celebration of Imbolc, many candles are lit to symbolise the return of light and heat represented by the Sun God. Grain dollies made from the sheaves of the last harvest represent the Bride. The Goddess and God await the return of Spring and their sacred marriage at Beltaine.

Brighid (or Brid) represents the supreme Mother. She is the Celtic Sun Goddess of fertility, fire, creative inspiration, healing and protector of children. She is honoured at Imbolc, 2nd of February. Her symbols include blackberries, natural wells dedicated to her and the heart, an ancient symbol of feminine power. She holds a cauldron of fire as the sun rises in a lush green valley.

Wishing everyone a joyful Imbolc!

 

Brighid is available in two sizes on https://magickermaid.com

art, folklore, magickal fantasy art, metaphysical art

Bear Spirit Animal

Ursa Appears

I have often heard about spirit animals which appear during meditations.  Many people turn to spirit animals for guidance and advice.  I had never experienced this until the Winter Solstice 2017.

It was very dark, quiet and cold as I began my meditation.  After being in a trance-like state for a short time the image of a translucent bear made of stars appeared.  I welcomed the bear and the entire experience was very surprising and comforting.  I felt as if I had been transported to a winter centuries ago; outside under a sky with a million stars.

The Winter Solstice festival is also called Alban Arthan in Druidry; from early British and Welsh words meaning Light of Arthur.  It can also mean Light of the Great Bear as the Gaelic word for bear is ‘Art’. This refers to the star constellation of the Great Bear which is seen in the northern sky.  The Latin name for the constellation is Ursa Major which means Great She-Bear.

Although I didn’t see the Northern Lights, Aurora Borealis, I added them to the illustration of my most interesting meditation.

Have you ever been visited by a spirit animal?  I’d like to hear about it!

 

A print of the Bear Spirit is available by special order:
morgaine@magickmermaid.com

art, magickal fantasy art, metaphysical art, pagan

The Wizard’s Workshop

The Wizard’s Workshop

The candle illuminates the wizard’s workshop. All of his magickal tools are assembled.
A wand, crystal ball, various bottles and tins filled with mysterious ingredients
and secret scrolls sit on his table, waiting to be used in magick spells.

 

The Wizard’s Workshop Fine Art Print is available In two sizes on https://magickmermaid.com

art, magickal fantasy art, metaphysical art, pagan

The Witch’s Kitchen

The Witch’s Kitchen

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Herbs, mysterious and magickal ingredients are at the ready for creating spells and potions.

The Wise Woman collects plants and knows their healing attributes.

And maybe she brews up a love potion or two.

 

The Witch’s Kitchen Giclee Print is available on my website:
magickmermaid.com

art, magickal fantasy art, pagan

A Magickal Autumn Garden

A Magickal Autumn Garden

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Summer is evolving into Autumn in the Northern Hemisphere.  It is almost harvest time and the moon is new. Twinkling lights flutter over the garden wall. It’s the faerie folk come to celebrate the season.

This is a garden for a small space. The apple tree is Espalier (horticultural and ancient agricultural practice of controlling woody plant growth by pruning and tying branches so that they grow in relatively flat planes, frequently in formal patterns, against a structure such as a wall, fence, or trellis).

Some Plant Lore from left to right with some of their magickal uses:
The Apple is ruled by Venus and the element of water. It is a symbol of immortality and knowledge; used in love and healing spells.

Rosemary is ruled by the sun and element of fire. It used to purify and cleanse, and to rid a place of negativity. Some say it is grown to attract elves.

Mint is ruled by Mercury and the element of air. It used in healing potions, travel and prosperity spells and to call good spirits.

Vervain is ruled by Venus and the element of earth. It is a common element in love mixtures and protective spells, as well as prosperity spells.

Lavender is ruled by Mercury and the element of air. It used in love spells and sachets,  to induce sleep and rest and to dispel depression.

Thistle is ruled by Mars and the element of fire. It is used to promote strength and energy, used in healing spells and to drive away melancholy.

Yarrow is ruled by Venus and the element of water. It is used in love spells and to improve psychic powers and to dispel negativity.

Violet is ruled by Venus and the element of water. It is used in protection spells and to bring changes in luck, love and fortune.

All of the above are Old World Plants. The Pumpkin, native to North America, is carved into jack-o-lanterns to ward off demons.

A Small Magickal Garden Art Print is available on magickmermaid.com in two sizes.

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The King’s Wish, A Faerie Tale

The King’s Wish

The King closed the door to his bedchamber and wandered to the open window.  A soft breeze fragranced by roses wafted in.  He knew he should be happy.  The crops and animals were flourishing and promised a fruitful harvest in autumn.  His people would not be hungry during the dark and cold days of winter. He had successfully negotiated treaties with the allied kingdoms to combat the trolls and brigands that still roamed the countryside.  His coffers were filled with gold and silver.

Yet, he did not have what he truly desired; a queen to share his life. He had met several lovely ladies from his and neighbouring kingdoms but not one had captured his heart. As he gazed out the window he suddenly remembered a most unusual experience he had when he first became king.  A dream of a beautiful woman that seemed so real he still could not be sure if he had actually been asleep.  He had even written a poem about the vision and searched amongst his belongings until he found it.  He unrolled the parchment, brought a candle to the window, and read it aloud.

Oh red fairy,

where did you get to?

Come visit me, won’t you,

at my window tonight?

Like you did before,

back in the age of possibilities.

 

Slip the green foreboding gaze,

of the fairy queen,

defy her jaundiced law.

Slip in between,

the hornbeam trees,

come flutter on spring-loaded breeze

to see your mortal lover once more.

 

Come via the old familiar path,

over the crooked stile,

along the brook a winding sunken mile.

I’ll mark the way,

with tea lights in jars,

draped from groaning oaks,

and sleeping beeches,

tied with golden ribbons you left,

and strands of fairy hair I stole.

 

Follow the fuzzy bunting,

through the boundary gate,

and around the dry stone wall,

past the pacing caged old mare grunting.

 

past the hanging tree …

 

but look away for me …

 

Mistress come to your master,

I need to believe in fairy magick again tonight,

to bring me back from the brink,

before I sink too low,

before I let this last ponderous tangle

of strands of childhood wonder go,

in exchange for those that twang in off-key tones,

which bode no good for battered bones,

before the book of fairies closes,

for the long bedtime.*

As he finished reading, a light appeared in the distance.  As it drew closer, it assumed the shape of the woman from his vision.  Golden and sparkling with stars, she extended her hand to meet his. He was not dreaming; she was real.

*A Kiss Before Bedtime ©Doubtpuppet 2017
The King’s Wish, A Faerie Tale ©Morgaine du Mer 2017

I was inspired to create this illustration after reading “A Kiss Before Bedtime”.  Many thanks to my friend, Doubtpuppet, for allowing me to incorporate his beautiful poem in my short story.