Once upon some fairy stones…

Remember this scene. What do you see? A log? One lone rock? No strange formations in the lake?

Once upon a time can happen every day.  It does happen every day.

How often are we rushing too blindly through our moments and hours to pause and watch the magic reveal itself?

A solitary stone surveys the waves, the distant horizon

How often do we spend our time thinking, thinking, thinking, round and round and round, going nowhere, trying to figure things out?

Ancient curving meandering slab of rock near shore. Formed from the endless sweeping of waves and glacier ice?

How often do we just sit and look–sit and be–wandering along a lake, pausing in a forest?

Looking down at curving rock formations

 If you listen hard, you’ll sometimes hear the magic, like giggling fairies, in the distance. 

Like the other night, when I was walking along the lake–I heard–

Anyone else see the Buddha rock? It's been meditating by the lake for eons.

I think I heard–

See the buttercup? They've only been meditating by the lake since June. The rocks call them "babies."

The sound of laughter.  Children’s laughter.  Back at the beginning.  Near the long beached white log on the shore.

The waves keep dashing against the rocks, over and over, summer after summer, century after century

Always sit and listen to children’s laughter.  It will bring a smile to the hardest and saddest of faces. Their laughter can melt a grieving heart, a suffering spirit.

The lake is so blue.

Suddenly, as simply and quickly as it arose, the laughter disappears.  The children are gone. 

No sign of them anywhere.

Hark! What is that, through yonder trees? What sits upon the ancient curved rock, out amidst the waves?

Was it really the laughter of children–or was it perhaps a visit from the wee ones, the invisible ones, the fairies?

What manner of cairn is this?

Look!  There, back at the beginning, lies a pile of stacked rocks leading from earth to sky!  One sits out in the water, how many stones high?  Another rises from the beached log, maybe fifteen precarious stones high, an engineering feat, a marvel of spirit.

And a second delicately piled rock structure--atop the log (see first photo) upon which only a lone stone surveyed the lake.

No sign of children.  No sign of cars.  No sign anywhere.  It is a hushed evening, an evening of possibility, an evening where summer fairies might just laugh open some deserted rocky beach, and build cairns to celebrate their eternal joy.

It's magic, I tell you!

I think it was the fairies.  Don’t you?

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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25 Responses to Once upon some fairy stones…

  1. Susan Derozier says:

    Kathy – I’m afraid to breathe for fear these wondrous images will go poof and away! These photos are so unbelievably beautiful that there are no words to express their impact. Thank you for sharing your magic once again. That Buddha stone is incredible! How I miss that lake and shore!

  2. Brenda Hardie says:

    oooooo I love the stone stacks!! Have seen them all along the north shore and all along the UP shores…it is magic I think!! 😀 Some of them have been so high, it’s a marvel to see! In the first picture I see a shark fin..do you? 😀 I love the rocks of Lake Superior.

  3. holessence says:

    I, too, think it was the faeries (and I love the Buddha rock!)

  4. Sue says:

    I was in the deepest of deep meditations this morning and found myself sitting here with you. How does that happen??? Love you and miss you and wishing I was on those rocks right now. Something yet this summer I hope……the waves and the rocks and the stars are calling me home again. ~*~

  5. Martha Bergin says:

    Hi Kathy, I thought the Buddha rock looked like a mother holding her baby!
    Gee, one of the things I miss the most as the kids have grown and gone away is the beautiful sound of their laughter.

  6. john says:

    Thank you …

  7. jeff v says:

    The shots of the rock strewn lakeshore and cairns put me in mind of Andy Goldsworthy’s work. I guess you could call him a performance artist of sorts. his medium is pretty much whatever strikes his fancy but most often rocks and driftwood. Google him up and check out his work. I sure you will like it .

  8. bearyweather says:

    I have been known to enjoy a particularly beautiful hiking spot by taking the time to build a cairn. I wish I could take credit for these as it looks like a perfect place to spend a summer afternoon.
    “Looking down at curving rock formations” is a very artistic shot.

  9. Val says:

    Lovely. Yes, maybe fairies.
    I love to come by these days and just gaze at your photos. 🙂

  10. wolfsrosebud says:

    Great shoreline pics… loved all the texture.

  11. barb says:

    My Granddaughter would certainly agree – we have a special tree stump here in the forest that we call the altar stump. We put pieces of quartz in it, and found bird feathers, and other magical charms. Sometimes, the things we put there are missing, and Amanda says the forest fairies took them. I’m inclined to agree with you and her.

  12. Carol says:

    Yes, definitely fairies. Fairies at play among the water and the rocks. Building cairn. Frolicking in the waves. Letting the splashing water tickle their toes and the buttercups tickle their noses.

  13. Dawn says:

    Magical indeed! Somewhere out there the lake fairies were hiding and watching you discover their work!

  14. Karma says:

    I think the fairy’s name is Kathy! 😉

  15. Kathy says:

    I am so glad you liked this post. It was a delightful evening. No, Karma, I swear on a stack of Bibles that the fairy’s name was NOT Kathy. She was in the swamp, listening to the tinkle of magical laughter, and photographing leaves & sticks. I love magic nights. And once, at age 12, I was transported to the fairy kingdom for an afternoon. Ooops, you’re not suppose to say that on a respectable blog, are you?

  16. Did you stack all those rocks? You certainly photographed them beautifully.

    • Kathy says:

      Nope, it wasn’t me, Michaela. I was back in the swamp taking pictures. besides, I couldn’t get this many to stack without falling down. 🙂

  17. bonnie says:

    Once again your photos and your words capture my imagination, and make me want to walk quietly and listen and experience whatever lies ahead.

  18. flandrumhill says:

    Nothing is as moving as the sound of children’s laughter… except perhaps the sound of their tears. Whether they are laughing or crying, I know that the faeries and angels are listening intently.

    • Kathy says:

      Amy-Lynn, it is a magical delight to see you peek in with fairy-like tiptoes once again. You are right about children’s laughter–and tears. I think the angels, especially, are wiping those tears away. Hope you’re having a magical summer!

  19. Colleen says:

    Like Amy, moved deeply by the sound of children’s laughter. And what we hear when we listen closely…..

    Have a wonderful summer Kathy 🙂

    • Kathy says:

      **pushing the “like” button. Thanks, Colleen. And thanks to everyone else who posted a comment on this blog. I think I got confused and only replied to half the people or somethin’. See you guys, I did need a break! lol!

  20. sonali says:

    Oh my! Magical thoughts. brilliant. yeah Kathy, I think they must be the fairies too! 🙂 Pictures are beautiful. I loved them. Which reminds me truly, when my sisters kids come over to our house there is so much of laughter, giggles, noise and suddenly when they finish their vacations and they leave, we feel the emptiness and the silence building up in the house, children are so special!

  21. Kathy says:

    Thank goodness SOME of you guys agreed that is was the fairies. Phew. Didn’t want to be the ONLY one who thought that.

    Sonali, I am smiling thinking about your nieces and nephews and the joy and laughter in your house. Precious–that you get to experience this!

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