Faerie Goddess Mothers of Gabriola
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As I stretch my legs out on the couch and place my laptop right where it belongs, I breathe a deep sigh of relief. It’s a good relief. No, it’s a lovely relief. I take in a deep breath, closing my eyes and thinking about the very first photoshoot…
The silvered arbutus at Drumbeg Park sits waiting for three glorious faeries to embrace her. They do just that, and as the random memories from the shoot flash through my head, a clock appears. The big hand is at 8 o’clock for September.
The hand moves to 9 o’clock and visions of thirteen faeries dancing around a fire fill the screen in my mind’s eye. I can feel my heart expanding.
By the time the clock reaches 10, I can smell the damp of the woods. It’s drizzling until we enter the shade of cedars, and within this private sanctuary, hidden amongst the giant ferns, are five beautiful faeries. One of the faeries livens things up on her saxophone.
It’s 11:00, December, and steam rises from teacups as faeries visit amongst moss-covered logs in Elder Cedar Forest.
The clock strikes midnight, ringing in the new year and we’re back at the Forest. Four faeries have gathered around an old stump alive with fresh growth. I chuckle as the images remind me that this was also the ‘butt shot’ day. My lack thereof, hidden behind a fern.
At 1 o’clock I feel a cool breeze pass over me as I see the faeries looking perfectly comfortable peeking out from behind the white-barked trees of an alder forest. I shiver, feeling the snowfall in the air.
2 o’clock and the ground is bare, but the March air is crisp as six faeries meditate around a group of cedars contained within a labyrinth. And by 3 o’clock I see eight faeries bathed in the light of the full moon, sitting amongst the driftwood at Drumbeg.
By 4 o’clock the tide is out, and six faeries relax on the beach. They’re making sandcastles and blowing bubbles while one faerie serenades them with the accordion.
5 o’clock and June captures ten faeries sitting in a daisy-filled labyrinth within a private rose garden. My heart begins to race as the clock keeps ticking. I focus on my breath.
It’s 6 o’clock and five faeries are caught sitting by a private pond, the sun is low in the sky and the rays shine between the trees illuminating their smiles.
In no time it’s 7 o’clock, and we capture faeries in the water, six of them chatting up a storm, the lighthouse in the distance, and the setting sun giving their skin a pink glow.
Twelve hours, representing twelve months. Not just any twelve months, these were twelve intense months of COVID. The images are captured by the camera and imprinted in my brain. Each time I take a moment to review them, I feel the joy, power, and resilience of these amazing women. The more I get to know the Faerie Goddess Mothers, the more I love them.
There is so much going into this calendar. More than 50 amazing women between the ages of 50 to 81 have stepped out of their comfort zone to bare themselves for the world to see. These are powerful women, and they not only share their beauty – the calendar is loaded with wisdom too…more on this in future blogs.
P.S. The photo is blurry in the dark, but you never know where you might capture faeries unaware.
Word’s from the Goddess’s mouths
Aside from the fact that I liked the Charity aspect, I thought it would be a good giggle and my family would think it so out of character for me.
It was an enjoyable experience. I am someone who feels best working in the ‘background’ so it was a challenge for me.
The hardest part is having to write about it.